It’s all just one big circus tent. Inside the tent is anything you want to experience, whether that want is conscious or not. We are born in the tent and die there. Nothing happens outside of the Big Tent. All experiences are worthy of you, even if others think your life is a waste of …
Category Archives: compassion
It Is Time
I am reminded of a vision I was given many years ago. “I saw a woman with a long white braid walking toward a polluted river. Eyes brimming with tears, she bent down on one knee to embrace the earth. I could feel love emanating from her. She leaned over and one single tear fell …
Monsters Everywhere / To Come Back to the World Renewed
… a two-part inquiry into the darkness and the light Lord of the Rings is one of my favorite movies. Some people I’ve talked with about it thought it was too violent for them to watch. I get that. It definitely has its darkness, kind of like our world. I decided to watch the two …
A Confluence of Spirituality and Humanity
There is an interesting confluence of spirituality and humanity occurring. I wondered what it would be. Now I see clearly. In the past I have referred to the intersection of divine and human as the center of the cross, the sweet spot where we are what is, where we pour love onto saint and sinner …
Tears for a Warped World
It’s a warped world we are living in right now. This afternoon I started crying and couldn’t stop. Sophia is still sitting at my feet, snuggling, soothing. Nothing set me off. There was no particular reason. I’m blessed. I have seen through the ruse. I am in on the cosmic joke. I am aware of …
The Empty Tomb is Not What You Think
The Kingdom of God, oh if only we understood those words and didn’t think they were a physical location. To Christians, it means heaven. To New Agers it is other dimensional. To many it means the splitting of worlds, a hard take on the heaven/hell story only for the less religious. Bodies separated by time …
Healing from Trauma: Finding Peace in Your Body
The body is the last to get it, the last to let go of its stored trauma. If the last ten traumatic, nervous system deregulating years were all that we needed to heal that would be bad enough, but they aren’t the sum of this fight or flight, sleepless, intense out of sync-ness. Life has …
It Has Come to Pass
The world has split apart. I saw it coming in a vision years ago, the bridge that was being stretched like a chunk of taffy until it snapped in two. It was clear to me then that some of us would be able to cross back and forth while others would have access to one …
The Most Radical Act
The most radical thing I can do is not fighting against this regime, although I shall not be quiet. I shall speak up, speak out, but that’s not the most radical act. It is not the most powerful response that lies within me. I shall dance and let tears of joy fall down my face. …
If You’re the Last One Standing
Warning: If you’re anti-vax this will probably trigger you. When I was a child, my neighbor was in an iron lung for polio. It was a tough time for parents, wondering if or when their child would be stricken. The day the vaccine was made available a literal cheer could be heard in the neighborhood. …
Disbelieving Appearances: A Path to Aliveness
It’s a conundrum. I have no idea what is of the greatest value. I find it important to share what is happening in our world, and yet I can’t help but think that the sharing is redundant, that you already know about the world’s depravity, its deep dive into cruelty, its lack of a heart-based …
Demolishing the Illusion of Safety
The greatest gift these times are giving us is the demolition of the illusion of safety. On the surface it sounds like a good idea, to feel safe. Everyone says safety is critical to our ability to be honest with ourselves and others, but when we are cushioned within the illusion of safety, what are …
A Bedtime Story
Are you ready for your bedtime story. You are? Okay, then snuggle down into the blankets and put your sweet little head on that fluffy pillow. Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Luna, who lived in the fairytale woods. She had a puppy dog, Miss Soffie, a cat called Cat, and …
If this was my last day on earth
What would I choose to do if this was my last day on earth? It’s a fetching question to play with. It’s been floating around in awareness for a couple of days now. Would I go for a walk in the woods and thrill my senses with nature? Would I take in the scents and …
Stepping Forward into the Despair
I’m not sure I can even write about this or if there is any point to writing anything at all, but alas, it seems I cannot not. Writing is what flows through me, an avatar, a seemingly personalized window into the here-now. This one is no more important than yours. It is simply my unique …
Amaya Gayle 