Well, I held up as much as I could to still participate as much as I could this year. Sure, I might have blogged 10x in the month of November, but I definitely wouldn’t have blogged this 11th one 😉. One day I might even have some fiction in me, and I might even endeavor to write a novel. That could be fun. I could jump-start it with using a November month to brain storm.
I’ll save some more astrology for another post at another time. I still have comments to reply to from previous posts and people to visit who I miss. So, we shall see.
In my comments to dear Karin from Shamanismandhealing.com, (I might need to fix the link. Let me know in the comments) I mentioned what I am reading; I consider it to be the quintessential holiday book: “Tattoos on the Heart: The Power of Boundless Compassion,” by Gregory Boyle. I’m blown away and my heart has both exploded and imploded with the words on the pages. This is soul food. This is real purpose. This is the gift of a lifetime: this one precious human life.
For everyone for whom I am connected, I feel devoted. I feel loved and loving. Being brave enough to reach into our souls and pull out anything from a dove’s nest or pocket fuzz, worse, even rocks. Some might find roses. But to be able to reach is the gift. It’s not about what comes out. We need to empty ourselves and our lives have a way of turning us upside-down and jingling us and seeing what comes out. It seems that the riches and sweetness grow just as strong as the bitters and what is rotten festers without being able to ignore.
I feel so small in comparison to the world with which I am connected, but I feel wholly a part of it.
In two weeks I will be sitting in meditation with this soul-nourishing Buddhist group I met and will be attending a brief retreat on “this precious human life.” Honestly, folks, I don’t want to squander it. I’m doing the best I can. My soul is not quiet but it is loud and sometimes it even roars: NOW. There’s a feast in here. We are all sharing it with bravery. We are all so courageous.
I want to honor my fellow Cheer Peppers for reaching the end of Nano Poblano. Congratulations!!
Dinah, I’m really especially thinking of you and holding you in my heart.
May we all know more and more blessings and find our capacity to endure grow evermore as we share the love we have for one another, for all creatures big and small, for the air and the mountains, the rivers and the trees.
Mitákuye Oyás’iŋ




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