The Big Dance - Dancing with the Stars (pt. 7)

(This is #7 of 7 in "Dancing with the Stars."

Of all the stories shared in the media today, there’s a headline unseen.  The arrival of Divine Love in our global consciousness coming in on those pathways the souls and bird songs traveled today. It’s evidenced in the multitudes waking up to join the big dance with the stars, a dance already occurring at the grass roots level found in communities big and small, sprinkled all around the internet. 

A story is rising from Earth, a story connected to the stars.   

This isn’t something I know mentally although I subscribe to an internet astrology report and read of conjunctions, sextiles, trines and retrogrades.  Being visual and an experiencer, I don’t often understand things I read, yet I sense this and feel it.   

It is a heart line, a heart line about to make head lines.  It is a heart line inviting us to the Big Dance between Earth and the stars, the dance for which we were born.  

I want to write “Let the dance begin” but I know the stars on the heavenly wall paper I see each morning and night are already dancing.  They just need us. I hope you’ll join in. 

-Dawn! The Good News Muse, 13 April 2012

dawn@imaginetheshift.com

P.S. After writing this series yesterday,  I decided to research Sagittarius and Nunki as well as Vega. (See part 1) I learned that Sagittarius has the distinction of sitting at the center of our Milky Way galaxy.  Because of this when you look at Sagittarius, you’re actually looking down the entire length of our galaxy where there are billions of stars so many that the center of the galaxy is hidden because of them.

I also learned Vega in 12,000 BC was the Northern Pole star and will be so again thousands of years from now.  Next to the Sun, Vega is considered by astronomers to be the most important star.  But what really made me know I’ve a kinship with this star was learning that the constellation in which Vega resides was considered a vulture by ancient Egyptians.  I am mesmerized by vultures. Then I read that Chinese myth called Vega “Weaving Girl” and in Babylonian astronomy Vega may have been called The Messenger of Light. 

I read this information as tears of deep joy rolled down my face.  I often feel my stories are weavings as I return light to my life and now I feel even more that I am dancing with stars and they too are engaged with me. But it's not just my dance. It's your dance too.  

Hello World, Hello Neighbor

This morning as I ran past the post man's vehicle I said, "Hello, Neighbor."  I quickly followed up with, "I feel like you're my neighbor."  We laughed and he said, "Hello."

Usually neighbor's reserved for the person living next door, nearby or just down the street. Carl lives in a bedroom community yet he's a daily part of my world which feels neighborish to me. 

I was reminded of my father who was also a post man.  Many of the people paying respects at his funeral were from his country rural route.  They shared stories of his kind deeds as their mail carrier. 

In small towns everyone's a neighbor and interestingly the internet makes the world seem smaller every day. 

My interaction with Carl this morning makes me want to think of the world as my neighbor.  Maybe Mr. Rogers was onto something.

What might shift if I considered the world as my neighbor?

-Dawn, The Good News Muse 10 April 2012

dawn@imaginetheshift.com

Imagine the Shift of Morning

Mary, Jesus and Mary Magdalene atop the mountain where Mary Magdalene spent her final days near Baume France.

Did they know in their mourning that things would change by morning?

This being Easter weekend I've been revisiting photos from Southern France, in particular the area in which Mary Magdalene lived her last days.  This photo prompted the thought above but also a subsequent thought. 

When we open our hearts to mourning, to really feeling sacred sorrow whether feeling the loss of a loved one or loss incurred through continued domination of Mother Earth, morning does eventually come and with it the joy of living and loving on Earth. 

Imagine the Shift of Morning.

-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 7 April 2012

dawn@imaginetheshift.com

Imagine the Shift of Being

While nearing home on this morning's walk, I unexpectedly found myself on an odd treasure hunt of sorts.  I came upon a Coors can, a Coke can, a Marlboro pack and a DQ cup all flattened then followed by a red fabric book mark in that order. Each item lay ten to twenty feet apart at the sidewalk's edge. 

After the Coors and Coke cans my first thought was 'Am I being informed as to how people flatten themselves?'  That was odd then came the cigarettes, fast food and a book mark.

Immediately I was reminded of the ways folks calm, relax and anesthetize themselves because they've left their bodies and have forgotten what it's like to be in the experience of earthly life without tuning out.  (We know embodiment as kids even if it's for a short time then family and cultural messages, unexpected trauma, an educational system valuing competition and grades over bodily experience and heart prompt us to tune out and disconnect.) 

To ensure my own "medication" was in this morning mix within feet of the book mark was a Starbuck's cup symbolic of the coffee I drink.  

To make this mystery even more mysterious, I suddenly remembered that as I made the turn home about five blocks back I noticed an animal in the middle of Natchez Trace.  I wished for paper with which to pick it up as traffic passed in both lanes. Diagonally to me there it was paper and of course paper too is flat.

There was so much traffic that I stood on the sidewalk and sent blessings of appreciation to whatever this animal was for its life and all of its kin.  I'm accustomed to placing dead animals in the grass, but with this one I thought I was okay with leaving it because it was.... yes, very flat.

Yet I wasn't okay and suddenly traffic ceased.  Paper in hand I picked up what I discovered was a bunny's body and left its dear still furry one-dimensional self tucked in nearby shrubs.

I blessed it and felt blessed by it then walked on mindful that last month on two separate synchronistic occasions I came upon dead rabbits in the road.  Each time I moved them aside then read about rabbit when I got home.  Yet this morning I had already forgotten its symbolism.  

Within minutes of blessing this bunny, I found the flattened objects.  

The bookmark reminds me of life's winding path and the Good Red Road to which many Native Americans refer when walking life in balance and relationship with the Creator.  I'm mindful in my journey that when I'm out of balance I myself am 'flattened' and end up exhausted and collapse.   

How is it we're given these amazing bodies with hearts, lungs, cells and more that work with and for us without our even asking and yet we neglect and push them so?  Okay so I shouldn't speak for you but that's what I've done. And although my coffee vice is down to a cup a day I still have spent much of my life excelling at not listening to my insides and for so long not even knowing how.  In turn I've lived on auto-pilot  in constant motion outwardly and internally, thinking, doing, thinking, doing, out of balance, ignoring my life. 

Upon reaching home I read again of rabbit and immediately recognize its message.  The Egyptian hieroglyph for rabbit is associated with the concept of being.

This was perfect for when over doing I neglect being as well as my inner Being. This in turn leads to tired, tuned out and flat.

There is a flatness to life and living when we're going through the motions and aren't fully engaged.  And maybe that's another reason people are prone to addiction.  They're trying to escape flat, while longing for a higher state, not realizing flat isn't really flat. 

Just as with the objects I found, there is a depth and dimension to apparent flat things. That dimension is revealed when we cultivate awareness, learn to listen and slow down to sense, hear and feel that deeper, higher dimension. From this place of being, we sense our Inner Being as well as the beautiful Being of things around us even the things appearing flat on the Good Red Road that's Earth.

Imagine the Shift of Being and Seeing.

-Dawn! The Good News Muse,  6 April 2012

dawn@imaginetheshift.com

New Healthcare Plan - Option Venus

I seldom read my horoscope but this morning Jerry stood in the door and paper plane like sailed that part of the newspaper toward me as I sat outside.  The toss was accompanied by  "You really need to read your horoscope."

I already knew Venus was moving into my sign Gemini today.  My horoscope suggested I visually wrap myself in Venus.

Being a Gemini and thus a mental, air sign I'd usually respond with furrowed brow and 'How would I do that?'  Instead I went into the room where I do things like this (which isn't often enough) and stood. It was so simple, something else to which I'm not accustomed. (I've tended to make things too complex or hard.)

Immediately it just happened. I imagined being wrapped in blossoms of purple, white, pink, yellow, blue and red with gentle branches of new green leaves holding me, soft clouds floating in blue skies in my brown eyes, a stream spiraling around me with deer, lion, fox, cat, snake, turtle and bug at my feet, owl on my shoulder and a bird nest at my heart with a bird sing, sing, singing to piano keys that were my teeth. Oh and sprigs of green grass in place of the stray hairs I've been finding for years on my neck and face.  This felt like the most beautiful thing. I felt like Mother Earth.  And most amazing was how this magically arrived with beautiful ease, no struggle or effort at all.

Imagining myself wrapped in Venus was (and thus far still is) energetic medicine.

In addition no prescription was needed, no co-pay required and I've no harmful side effects nor pre-existing condition on my medical record.  There was no waiting in a doctor's office nor a politician with whom to  be upset in the ongoing healthcare debate.

An hour ago I concluded this piece asking that you just for a moment imagine yourself wrapped in Venus' beauty and love.  If Venus doesn't work, imagine yourself wrapped in God or however you experience the Divine.  Then it occurred to me we already are wrapped in beauty and love surrounded by nature, supported by soil and rock beneath us and sky overhead while getting to walk Earth with one another.

May Venus moving into Gemini cause us to realize ever more deeply we truly are wrapped in love.


Imagine the Shift. 

Part 2 -
  
At day's end yesterday I paused to check in with myself. Was I still 'wrapped in Venus?' 

After a story completed and three in process, three clients, a walk, lunch, the front Welcome mat washed for the first time in two years (embarrassing), the cats brushed for the first time in two months (shame on me), four large boxes brought up from the basement during the termite guy's ninety minute inspection, a red bud planted, interspersed with multiple calls all topped off with a broken favorite glass and a fight (that didn't involve the glass) and lengthy discussion with the man I love was I still feeling cloaked in beauty and love? 

Normally I would be cloaked in despair and sadness but wrapped in Venus I felt beauty and love. Wrapped in Venus, I knew he too is beauty and love. This made even our disagreement ultimately an act of love as we kept at it, trying to bridge a divide of differing perceptions, experiences, and language. 

And maybe for the first time in nearly twenty years rather than going to bed upset, I slept in peace feeling wrapped in Love that is bigger than both of us. (5 April 2012)

-Dawn! The Good News Muse - 4 April 2012

dawn@imaginetheshift.com

Yellow Ribbons - Coming Home

As I neared home after this morning's walk, I noticed yellow ribbons around four hack berry trees in neighboring yards.  Yellow ribbons around trees have symbolized men (and women) returning home from war.  These ribbons signify trees with limbs to taken down by the power company trimming crews.

I see these ribbons and imagine they symbolize men in America coming home from ways of war and all that separates them from the wholeness of who they are. I imagine men remembering they are more than warriors, conquerors and competitors. They are lovers, joiners and receivers, all that is of the feminine. I imagine the men trimming these trees doing so with open hearts of great love and the highest of care.

And I am reminded as the eye looks back at me that I too carry these same energies.

Imagine the Shift of coming home and living from a place of balanced masculine and feminine.

-Dawn, The Good News Muse 2 April 2012

dawn@imaginetheshift.com

Pruned Yet Flourishing - The Rose of Love Is Here, Now

A short two weeks ago, this rose and its companion were only stubs, seeming sticks of nothing that nearly caused a divorce.

 I walked out one morning and gasped aloud to find Jerry had trimmed it to the ground.  I was devastated.  This climbing rose had been my messenger and miracle for some time.


It was planted here nearly twenty years ago yet for the past five summers there's always been a rose opening at a serendipitous time.  The first was in August 2007 the day of my mother's surgery.  My mother, not one to ever be sick or slow down, needed surgery.  As I pulled out of my driveway to go to the hospital I noticed one rose, one rose that I immediately saw as a sign of love from my father who had died the year prior.  He had requested red roses at his funeral.  Prior to this, I didn't even know he liked them.  I put the rose in a vase and took it to my mother as a symbol of his presence.

The following Mother's Day as I prepared to make the drive to visit my mother there were three red blossoms opened over night that I knew represented my two siblings and me.  The climbing rose has continued to inspire and share messages with me. 

Jerry had no idea how much the climbing rose had given me nor of my attachment to it.  When I finally shared my distress with him, he assured me the rose would return. Frankly this did not help nor did I believe him. 

In the days after, I considered how little tending we had given this rose.  We periodically buried chopped banana peels at its base and lately I had sprinkled the remains of water in my bottle, a few drops at most, if I was outside drinking.  Similar to my heart and Mother Earth, I've tended it so little yet it has given me so much.

You can imagine my elation last week when I walked up our drive and noticed the little stubs flourishing with leaves. I quickly got my camera and took the above photo. 

This week it happened again as I realized not only are there more leaves but there are multiple stems all around growing rapidly.

This flourishing rose is a testament to pruning.  Pruning reveals what is held within in the rose and in us.  I've spent such energy fretting over incidents, fearing and resisting pruning.     

The little stick that initially looked like nothing also reminds me of my body, pushed, driven and neglected that when imbued with Spirit's fire flourishes like the rose. 

As I continued to listen to and ponder my experience with the rose, it suddenly came to me that I had also felt the devastation of the many who've loved and love green and growing things be it the forests of oaks and ferns in my Perry County home clear cut for lumber and press board or tops of Appalachia's mountains blown up for coal. 

We despair because we love deeply.

Seeing the rose flourish gives me hope and renews my heart.  I am reminded there is an energy in Earth that all the clear cutting and dynamiting cannot destroy just as there is an energy in the heart of love that all the abuse in the world cannot kill or put out.

The rose of love may be cut to the ground but the rose of the loving heart that for centuries has known such sorrow and hurt is still alive. The eternally blossoming rose of love is blossoming all around.

It's here right now. Can you feel it?

-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 1 April 2012

dawn@imaginetheshift.com