2017 the number!
Sound the trumpet of the Bald Eagle in thunder . . .
Tragic events like Hurricane Harvey,
and unexpected deaths of loved ones are hitting us hard
But the winds of Climate Change still ride the lightning and strike on rising waters
We all have to work together, and do our part in order to
Trump the Towers that Be . . .
From neurons to neighborhoods,
we are moving into a new frontier of we consciousness
Here in this hard land,
we must move forward by enduring painful tragedies of life . . .
A dirge moves toward the Autumn Equinox, while
songs of waning life, death and dying are blowing in the wind . . .
Survivors guilt always circles around our hearts,
and crops up in our souls . . .
Might as well give ourselves permission to grieve
by leaning into any uncomfortable feelings . . .
May we be guided into illuminating our better angels of compassion and empathy,
given any unwanted emotions we might be experiencing intensely right now
It is harder to hide now from facing the sobering uncertainties of life,
that are magnified by the lack of control that can level our conscious minds . . .
Grandfather Sun is always with us,
even as dark nights move closer in from a shady horizon
It takes a leap of faith to walk into the uncertainty of Infinity . . .
Spirit has a Divine Plan that we might as well surrender to
Picture an eagle’s talons to strengthen your personal authority so that you can
balance earth’s gravitational pull with your free-spirited creative energy
Release any feelings of having clipped wings that hold you back
and welcome your feet anchored in the ground!
Till the next trailhead,