Fire Dance

Photo used freely, courtesy of ritvik on stock.xchng
Photo used freely, courtesy of ritvik on stock.xchng

I recently enjoyed a day at the Renaissance Festival. I had fun watching the performers and meeting people who are living out the fullness of their dreams and imaginations.

A fire dance show caught my attention and my imagination. A man and a woman danced on the stage, moving gracefully in sync, full of energy and power. The beads on the woman’s dress glimmered brightly in the light of the fire and the cloudy sun. Her long, dark hair fell down her curvaceous back in a cascading braid. She swung her flaming whip dangerously in time to the music, loud, cracking streaks of orange and yellow splitting the atmosphere. read more

Angels

Vector graphic used freely, courtesy of barunpatro on stock.xchng.
Vector graphic used freely, courtesy of barunpatro on stock.xchng.

There are angels all around us. They protect us and wage war over us. They watch the affairs of humans in awe. We are as mysterious to them as they are to us.

Unfortunately, most people do not understand the role of angels. We have been sold a cultural idea of a cute, fluffy angel with big cheeks, pillow wings, and Precious Moments tear drop eyes who flies around and plays a harp all day. This is far from the truth. Angels are fierce beings of light, warriors of the highest order, protectors of everything sacred. read more

The Soul of the Tree

The Soul of the Tree

Spring is my favorite season. I enjoy feeling the wind tickling my leaves and the sun warming my branches. I enjoy watching the flowers popping up around my roots, adding their blues, yellows, purples to the newly-green grass, like a bunch of crayons in a child’s world. Spring is innocent and new. Spring is a child.

Summer is nice, too. I especially like the summer evenings, a cool blanket of darkness chasing away the thick heat. I dream of the starry constellations carrying me away to the realm of mystery and spirit, timelessness, peace. I especially like when the owls light on my branches, their deep voices echoing the wisdom of time past and future. I have never experienced the ocean, but I have known whispers from the coastal trees, and I imagine the owls and the whales singing the same haunting songs calling for the harmony and healing on earth. read more