There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in. ~ Leonard Cohen
A dream woke me up, as they often do.
It’s the wee small hours of the morning and the last refrains of Rufus Wainwright singing Hallelujah is hugging my heart. I need the sacred poetry of Leonard Cohen. To calm me before I write about my rage and sorrow.
I dreamt an old story of Betrayal. I wrote an article about it for the Vancouver Observer. Read it here. Please share the article. I’ve never written anything more important.
“We must all wake up to the power of the divinity within us, and this takes work. It will be the most important work you will ever do”
This election has cracked us wide open.
I’ve just returned from a long planned and anticipated pilgrimage through Brazil.
From the Amazon….
…to Iguassu Falls
…to Rio de Janeiro (yes, one can pilgrimage in a city)
…to a tiny town in the interior for two weeks of healing and intense meditation. A month of limited internet access, of relaxing into new experiences, of concentrated time for contemplation, introspection, meditation and prayer.
I’m still steeping in the changes. Consciously calling to mind and body the knowing of peace and joy. Slipping, always, back into allowance without grasping. I’m fortunate to be able to ignore for a while longer what the clocks are ticking, and to step out into the morning and inhale the dawn with gratitude.
My pilgrimage is ever onward…..
“As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.” ~ A. C. Benson