Happy Birthday

A year ago I awoke on my birthday to the announcement on the TV that a terrible tsunami had struck in the Indian Ocean, killing thousands of people. I remember feeling, since it occurred on my birthday, that it was connected to me in some special way--that I had something in particular to learn from it, although I guess you could say that we all had something to learn from it. At the time, I believed that cataclysmic earth changes were a result of our arrogance and indifference to the earth--the tsunami was a way for the earth to strike back at us in order to get our attention so that we would stop mistreating her before it was too late. By too late I mean, before she wiped us off her surface. I also saw the tsunami (and the New Orleans flood) as a cleansing of the energies of greed which have caused us to mistreat our planet. As they year progressed, I went through an "internal tsunami" which I have written about here on this blog. (posts are archived in April and May). This channeling of apocalyptic energy through my being was also a cleansing. I can now see that the earth was not, is not, and will not, strike back at us for mistreating her. It is we who are lashing out at ourselves through flood, flu, and hurricane. The cataclysms are thought forms--a product of how we feel about ourselves and what we have created. They are indeed a cleansing which we have called upon ourselves because somewhere beneath our confused and scared egos we know that we need it. However, they do not have to be cataclysmic and violent, as we have witnessed this year with the Asian tsunami, the Pakistan earthquake, and Hurricane Katrina. Until we break the cycle of war and violence upon ourselves, upon the earth, until we realize our oneness with all, the earth (ourselves) will continue to cleanse her/ourselves in cataclysmic ways. However, as soon as enough of us realize and feel in our hearts the bliss of no separation, the cleansing will be as peaceful as inhaling clean mountain air, as drinking water from a spring, as soaking in the sun on a white sand beach as the waves lap at your feet. A year ago I believed we were in control of nothing. Now I feel and know we have infinite potential to create our reality, and I rejoice that every day I am choosing to experience gratitude, pleasure, and joy. What a difference a year has made! The greatest transformation in my life.....thanks to all who have joined me on this journey. Namaste. I honor the light and dark with you. All that leads us to peace in our hearts, the center of the earth steadily beating.

The Light is Reborn

Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, All is bright
Round yon virgin, mother and child
Holy infant, so tender and mild
Christ the savior is born
Christ the savior is born!

Today is the solstice.
The birth of the Sun King.
The rebirth of the sun in our hearts.
The birth of Christ in our hearts.
We are one--land and spirit, spinning in space.
I found a white feather in a field today with downy edges.
From a fledgling. A bird just learning to fly.
A white tailed deer leaped away through the brambles
and the chickadees chirped among the winterberries.
All is well. Peace in your heart on this holy day...
and always........

love, Whitewave

What The Moon Sees

What The Moon Sees

Tonight, on every continent of this
war torn planet, there are still people
laying in wait for their enemies with guns, grenades,
knives, stones, bare hands, thoughts, words, feelings.
Terror reigns in dead-end allies, and behind walls,
both real and imaginary.
People still strap bombs to themselves
and board buses carrying schoolchildren, young lovers,
and old women tired from searching the city for bread and meat.

Tonight, on every continent of this
starving planet, millions of people went to bed
without enough to eat. Women shoo flies
from the lips of their dying children.
If they’re lucky, they fall into a dreamless sleep.
High in glass towers, some feast on
wild animals who may soon be extinct.
It's hard to believe they’re unaware of
what goes on down in the street.

Tonight, on every continent of this
overburdened planet, prophets of doom
dressed as anchormen cast fear in our hearts
in between commercials for frozen pot pies
and pills to improve our quality of life.
Bird flu, bombs, nuclear waste, they recite.
Not even money will keep you safe, they say,
but we still keep buying.
Mountains of garbage ring our doomed cities.

Tonight, on every continent of this
traumatized planet, there’s an ocean of pain,
but everyone’s denying the waves.
Some drown in bars, some sink to the bottom
with a needle plunged into their veins.
Some of us are so used to its texture
we can’t feel it scraping our skin raw, even when it bleeds.
We swim in the undertow, despite being warned it isn’t safe.
We stumble into dark allies to be beaten and raped.

Tonight, on every continent of this
laboring planet, some of us are beginning to see.
We take the boards off our windows and walk undefended
into enemy territory.
The moon calls us to the rooftops of our shell-shocked cities.
Face to face, we can’t tell friend from enemy.
Past and future fade away.
We turn to the sky and remember: a star, a child, wise men
kneeling with the beasts.