Crow´s Garden

This is the garden as we cleared, weeded out and mixed the Earth. The new seeds have been planted with Chard seeds from Croatia! This was Sunday afternoon under the growing moon. Preparing for a new season.
Bountiful, prosperous and rich with fertile soil. It is a true gift to have a garden in Los Angeles, all the magic in the backyard of your house. This space is sacred for me, for my roommate, for my neighbor. We all delight in coming home and finding the extension of our wondering in the garden. Right there all the lessons of a lifetime.

Yams!

These are the yams of summer. Harvest is digging deep in the Earth for them. They´ve been nourished, watered, handed down by my mother who safed the sprouted ones early this year. This is the fruit. They filled the evening meal as we cooked them and then sprinkled with cinnamon and honey.

I am grateful learning how to garden, how to nourish the soul with the fruits of the Earth.

This is the Nicotiana plant in my garden.

She is beginning to flower.

Her leaves are strong.

Her stem is thick and grounded.

She grew from a tiny seed in the late summer.

Its winter now and the yellow bell flower s

are at the top ready to give,

to create.

Clearings

The sky has cleared, specially after the rains which for me is like a cleansing time, a nourishing time of essence. How I love the rain! It opens the skies, literally and when there is clearance the sunshine is brighter than ever. The rainbows are more colorful, more playful. Inside my house there are several crystal balls that I hang so when the sunshine enters the house the traces of its light reflect upon the crystal balls and multicolor spots reach the different walls of the house.
In these recent weeks I have started clearing with my roommate the house, dusting, giving away, throwing away those magazines and articles I thought I would get to read one day. They are gone. We are steam cleaning the carpet, painting certain walls and both of us have started dreaming more vividly. Its a good time to ask questions. Its a good time. Its an incredible time of times. The connection that we are feeling, the solidarity that is traveling through the streets is something I have read in books, or studied in school but now I feel it happening in my heart with other hearts.
Now I go to gratitude, my friend Scott Schwenk writes on his blog about gratitude lately and each day when I wake up he has written his share of gratitude and each day I am reminded that its about gratitude (you can read about it in his blog: http://scottschwenk.blogspot.com/2009/12/30-days-of-gratitude-day-9.html). I started imagining that instead of waking up to the bla, bla, bla in my head....I just start by gratitude, just thinking 1 or 2 or 3 things about gratitude, just to experiment and see what happens. Try it for 30 days! So I joined my sister with this. When I bring gratitude into my life the heart expands, when my heart expands it leads. If I tell you how grateful I am to wake up and know that I am alive, that I have one more day to live and one more day to create, to write, to dance and be able to continue writing my son a letter I was not able to write a year ago, that fills my heart. It keeps the momentum flowing, the momentum of letting my essence thrive through this layer of reality.
I am grateful for the garden that we have downstairs, that has taught me to clear and dig deep into my roots so I have an opportunity to untangle the many knots that I thought would keep me safe. Now that my heart is strong, now that I´ve untangled a few more knots and made the soil fertile enough so the flowers, vegetables, fruits and herbs can grow, now that I´ve nourished my spirit a bit more and have learned about harvesting and reserving and move into gratitude, now that I can learn about letting this fertile soil rest and nourish itself for the next crop.
Now I am learning to nourish our space, our dreaming. Now that I am learning to move from the I to we...I invite you to prepare the soil, to nourish once again the garden of your being, to mix the compost soil we´ve prepared for the new seedlings, the new ideas, projects, dreams of all that we are meant to do in this lifetime. There are no limits in the expression of your heart!
I invite you to this garden on the westside, on your reflections, your ideas, your seedlings to participate in this blog.

Momentum : P=mv

I hear the crows from afar in the background of this scene, cawing one after another,
announcing into nothing, at least nothing I can see but there is certainly a message,
I just haven´t yet begun to decipher its vibration, so I am patient. Last night as I was driving into the city, you know when the streets begin to empty themselves out and you can feel people are starting to fall asleep, I felt the cold, misty fog take over the avenues and there is almost an in between moment that is prominent. There was a thought that came through my mind as I drove into the green light and quickly captured a mannequin on the right side of the sidewalk inside a beauty supply store and I almost saw it come to live! So there was this thought that one of these days we are going to enter that layer where we can approach those "other" beings, those other layers of existence that roam around the city. It didn´t scare me like it usually does but it was interesting.

Momentum, there is momentum when you are riding the wave of love. It is constant and subtle, it has a slight buzzing in the background like a new vibration surfacing little by little. It doesn´t come all at once perhaps it would scare the hell out of you but it starts coming into your body, your heartbeat, a sensation of well being, you like when its freezing outside and your wrap yourself into the best cozy covers of your bed and the warmth of your body takes over and you are cuddled into its arms like no other lover did.

Momentum, maybe that is what saved the life force from being exploited into bad habits and addictions, when you gain momentum there is this sense of growth and stillness. When you are in momentum, you are in the flow and when you are in the flow there is a journey that follows directing all the plays at hand. I was breathing last night, the room became completely quiet and my breath filled not only my body but the room I was in and the vibration resonated through my arms and it became apparent that those scenes of hopelessness were revisited and carried by a healing blue light that had its own purpose and yet that became my armor.

In the Britannica Concise Encyclopedia:

Momentum: Product of the mass of a particle and its velocity. Newton's second law of motion states that the rate of change of momentum is proportional to the force acting on the particle. Albert Einstein showed that the mass of a particle increases as its velocity approaches the speed of light. At the speeds treated in classical mechanics, the effect of speed on the mass can be neglected, and changes in momentum are the result of changes in velocity alone. If a constant force acts on a particle for a given time, the product of the force and the time interval, the impulse, is equal to the change in momentum. For any array of several objects, the total momentum is the sum of the individual momenta. See also angular momentum.

More to come....

Temescal Canyon

This is what I saw as I stood at the top of the canyon,
a hummingbird on my right overlooking the ocean
sitting on the thin branch of a shrub above
and the sun,
golden red sun setting on the west
and bathing all sky with a streak of orange red
along the lining of the dark blue sea
Catalina island presence in between,


this is what I felt from the afternoon glow
that was moving through me as I climbed
into the canyon,
blue feathered quails gathering below
as I pass through,

the sky clear as ever as another jet plane
ventures high above from the LAX
and the full moon overlooking
the whole city,

how lucky it is to be here
in this city of angels
that is constantly changing
and overlooking your presence

always inviting,
always reaching out
to walk its streets
like birds into paradise.