A Miracle For The New Year- A Short Story of Inspiration

Today our family went for an especially long hike in Topanga Canyon. This day will go down in the history of my life as one of the most serendipitous, wonderously momentous events...EVER!!! But I will try to keep it reasonably short...

I was just saying, as we approached in our car, that I felt like the energy of Isis was rising within me. I didn't particularly know what that meant, but it needed no further explanation. We set off on the path, dappled with moss and purple sage, clay crumbling and mud squishing beneath our feet. I began to massage the muscles over the left side of my chest...I felt within me a distant aching, and I realized instantaneously what it meant. I have been an avid sportswoman all my life, and when running or swimming or diving occasionally I would get nasty cramps in that same place. On this day I said out loud, "I think sometimes I get an ache here because this is where I store my fears. Fears that I need to let go of. And I think I am ready to do that- I am ready to open up my heart to whatever is coming." We talked about how we felt like on this day, so auspicious being a full blue moon and a solar eclipse, it was possible to manifest everything our heart's desired in 2010. Whatever seemed out of reach before this moment came leaping suddenly out of shadowed obscurity into the land of sun-lit possibility. We could dream of world peace and sustainable energy and sanity...oh yes real sanity coming through onto this formerly crazy planet...and see it coming true. I mentioned that I would also love to start another jewelry company with my good friend Kelly, and how amazing that could be when all of a sudden...

No more than 100 feet from that spot, still massaging my tender fears away, I stopped abruptly on the path and looked down at my feet. There, hidden underneath the daintiest of green clovers lay a rose quartz crystal the size of a quarter, cut into the shape of a heart! I felt like I might burst with the sheer joy of serendipity. It was as if the universe had shouted back at a million decibels a great yes-saying, as Nietzsche would say. I smirk as I write this, because I promised myself just yesterday that I wouldn't quote, or think about, or write anything about Nietzsche at least until this winter break ends....so much for that!

So there you have it. If you've ever wondered whether dreams come true, a huge affirmation has come to humanity. Our family has traveled the world, very intentionally leaving dozens of crystals buried and hidden in trees and the earth, or left open and exposed for some lucky soul to find. One day, we figured, after years of giving back crystal energy to the Earth Mother, we would be given one back. It couldn't have come at a better time. I have seen and heard so many people express how hard 2009 has been for them, and I think an omen of positivity is needed. Let us all open our hearts to bringing forth those dreams that have been deferred.

On December 21st, the winter solstice, our good friend and wizard Axel Miguez climbed to the top of a Mexican pyramid with a crystal we gave him to offer a blessing to the world. And now, the world responds...someone out there left that heart shaped crystal on that same path knowing consciously or not that we would find it. So in this new year, I wish that everyone out there might find their hearts, in whatever form that may take. Dreams are becoming reality my friends. So dream big...dream infinite.

So much love!!!! Namaste!!!

A poem inspired by the gift of today

Waiting for Your Touch


I was a tree,
lying wistfully on its side
roots exposed and tingling in the air.
as falling forest debris
settled into my cracks
I waited...alert
for the silent approach of your footsteps.
Each blade of grass
whispered that you're close-
Moss unfurled, curling
impatient as I to see you.
When finally,
your body laid out against mine
legs rested on my limbs
head cradled in the crux
of where trunk meets the sky-
I could hold you forever
skin to bark
eye to gnarled eye
lichen blanketing the most
sensitive parts of you.

So many lessons learned...

(Note to readers: I actually wrote this yesterday...) My horoscope for today said that the stars were lined up just right for me to do some blogging-and by golly I'm in the mood! Usually I try to pose as though I feel at least partially skeptical about astrology, but quite often I am struck by its prophetic accuracy.

Case and point- I read that very close to the New Year, something would happen (not necessarily with a positive bent) to completely change my perspective on life. So this would be when my inner cynic pipes up and is like "yeah, right, this astrology broad thinks she can make sweeping generalizations about 100's of millions of you Pisces and you're gonna fall for it, huh?" At this point the lil' goblin is really smirking.

I confess, I had a feeling that something was on point about her prediction. So maybe some would say that by believing in it, I in some way contributed to manifesting my reality. Perhaps this is so...but regardless, I was pretty stupified by the way the universe decided to bring about a lesson.

To be brief: some crazy guy in the library threatened, quiet seriously, to choke and decapitate me, after which he claimed he would stomp on said severed head 'like a cigarette butt'- verbatim. After I incredulously inquired whether he was really threatening my life, he whispered soft as a lover that my life was coming minutes closer to ending each minute I spoke to him...oh and did I mention he sustained all of pleasant banter while flipping me off and watching a blaxploitation film? Now that's talent. Oh yes, America's got talent!

Granted, I am not without fault. Just minutes before his tirade I had got on my cell phone, in the library (gasp) because half of the twenty page paper on "why Nietzsche wasn't a Buddhist' that I have been slaving over for a week and a half magically dissapeared into a google document vortex to my utter disbelief. I was distraught, to say the least, and had to call someone to help me out before I crested into the land of panic attack. He didnt appreciate my being on the phone--- My phone call did not, however, warrant having my life threatened...to state the obvious.

Needless to say I handled the situation. I retrieved the rest of my paper, sent it in, and now I am finally on winter break. It is sad, yes, that I am just now catching a moment to relax save for our brief trip to the bay for xmas. But- there are many disco lights a flashin' at the end of this story's tunnel. Ok maybe not disco but...lets just say I learned a few choice lessons after a long hot bath and some quiet contemplation.

It's not like I haven't had previous experience in my life with chauvanist assholes tryin' to bring a sistah down. What was different about this particular experience was my reaction. I don't feel victimized. I don't feel all butt hurt. What I feel, is angry. Good old fashioned, burnin' in my gut, blazing through my eyes, head clearing anger. Not the kind of anger where everything seems blurred, aching and frightening, but the kind that makes me feel perfectly centered about what I want in life.

I suppose in a way its hard to fully explain. But something about what occurred on this rainy LA day- something solidified in me. I am no longer a whimpering young woman, scared and in need of other people's validation and hope. I am my own rock...and I choose to stand firm upon myself. Im pretty sure I learned something else from this day too, but alas, the cherry cider running through my veins makes me less than prolific as a writer. More thoughts tomorrow...

A Short Poem, To Start

I felt like I needed to write some poetry to 'lube up' the ol' creative passageways for more serious research (as prof finch would say)...so here goes.

Under Water

I want to be taken over-
Like seaweed lost in tidal eddies
Sand tossed livid in spiraling undertows
Whirlpools circling at the edge of the deep.

I cast myself aside, a castaway
Stranded off sharpened coral banks
Smashed flotsam, jetsam, bubbling forth...
Body tossed weakly by the ebb and flow.

Ridges, crests, boundaries undefined
A vast chasm, heated waters rising up-
Wet darkness swirling to
The throbbing syncopation of the Earth.

How heavenly, this liquid escape
So hellish, the depths to which I've sunk...
Only the bravest explorer dives down
In the dangerous pursuit of treasures unknown.

-dedicated to dear Mattimus Sablove...safe travels brother!!!