Gutsy Love

We have not come here to take prisoners, but to surrender ever more deeply to freedom and joy. We have not come into this exquisite world to hold ourselves hostage from love. Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart. We have a duty to befriend those aspects of obedience that stand outside of our house and shout to our reason "O please, O please come out and play." For we have not come here to take prisoners or to confine our wondrous spirits, but to experience ever and ever more deeply our divine courage, freedom, and Light!~Hafiz (Hafez) 14th century Sufi Mystic Poet

1968-2009

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead and when she was small she lived in a magical place called Santa Cruz California where she learned one true thing about the nature of the universe.

She learned that anything could happen at any time. ANYTHING.

And when she was ten, her sister Kim and she hitched a ride to the Ben Franklin on Soquel Ave, just around the corner from the roller rink and a few blocks away from the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk. They bought cylindrical tubes of Czechoslavakian seed beads, filled with multi colored tiny bits of glass, for a tiny sum of coins held warm in a hand anticipating creation.

Onto fishing line those first beads made their way, transforming themselves into multiple strands of "love beads", talismans for a day trip to Haight-Ashbury in the beautiful city by the bay, San Francisco.

It was the summer of love and my awakened journey began.

And lo, these many 208 moons later we find ourselves living into the reality of a world where creativity rules the heart. A world where, packed with the universal truth that anyting CAN happen at anytime, and as such, we might as well focus on the postive, and assuming that all events hold Divine Intention, what becomes manifest is a world of color and light, streaming, from the open door of the loving heart.

And so it is.
Om Shanti

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