My Mother's Dance

I didn’t want my mother to be my buddy, I was thinking back in times of resentment and anger, as a teenager. I wanted her as my mother, as the umbrella that protected my growth, as the one who would kiss my wounds when I barely could stand on my own and I fought her and the world when she didn’t meet my expectations. What is a mother anyway? How do I define her? mama, The IE root for MA, MAMA, MAMMALIA and MOM is ma-mother. The American Heritage Dictionary declares, when presenting the Indo-European root, that MA is 'an imitative root derived from the child's cry for the breast (a linguistic near-universal...) From breast in latin, a breast is the organ of containment, a container of nourishment, close to the heart, both breasts side by side of a heart who vibrate into this liquid of nourishment.
The baby is born, it is screaming into life to announce its arrival and seeks the comfort of the mother’s heat, to be nourished, to be fed, to be had with the essence of mother’s milk.

When do you leave the nest? The nest of this nourishment, when do you begin to fend for yourself, is there a time limit when mother is no longer someone who you reach for. Share with, tell each other stories. Not to long ago I layed my head on my mother’s lap, I am 47 now, I was laying on the floor near her and I felt like a child. She gently touched my cheek with her hand, brushed my hair away and told me that everything would be ok. It’s a moment in time I never forget, those moments that remain within you for a lifetime, always there to remind you of the gentleness, of the bond that two human beings can share.

So where did we separate? When did we become separated? When did I start searching for something that was already within me and relentlessly torn from every fiber that came between us.
It seems it all started when I was born. I was not suppose to happen and nothing was in our favor in those days. She was 15, ready to experience life in a different way than pregnancy.

What happens if the baby is barely held, barely if not at all breast fed, do we spend a lifetime seeking that heat, that closeness, that mother’s breast of warm, sweet milk that fills the baby’s entrance into life.

What if that hole is filled and the heat is generated within oneself. The heat in a dance, as the body move and warms into the rhythm of sound waves that invites the joy, the passion of existence. The stillness then settles in and becomes part of this reality and I can accept her loving hands as they embrace what I am today. Each time my mother comes close, I accept. Each time she touches my face I accept the love she has always wanted to share and didn’t know how before.

My mother moves with determination as the years go by and perhaps now I don’t need to explain everything that I am ready to fight with her about. Now is a time to gather in a family that has not known about gathering, it had been innate in the past but other energies intruded and distorted what was right and was wrong. We accepted all that came our way.

Now love is leading the way and we are opening doors to the freedom of our hearts. It takes a village to move our consciousness, even those strangers on the other side, even those strangers who speak a foreign language, it is no longer relevant because we are speaking from the language of the heart.

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My Concept of God

It is an energy that flows within the Universe
the one that animates the wind,
that fires the heat,
that dances among each body
and the transformation of sounds so we can hear.

It is the language of the heart
that speaks to me the most,
The Spirit that accompanies all experiences,
survival, transformation and wellness
It is the one waiting while supporting growth
waiting patiently,
through each heartbeat,
for growth and evolution,

It is a God that supports my nuggets of awareness
as they move into my awakening and
supports my movements into taking action as I amend
and give you my truth into the totality of beingness!

It is the union of peace and harmony in my heart and the calling
I am claiming to be part of my tribe,
to contribute further healing.
To contribute towards our joy together into this planet,

My concept of God has changed and I have open my heart
to be in this light and in the love we all share.

Intuition

Intuition feels like a conversation with the Universe
like messages in the sky
like a feast of hummingbirds celebrating in flight
and the heat rising from the heart’s desire to be free.

my friend calling on the other line
how are things she says?
Things are great,
lots of gratitude
dancing in grace
as I let myself be embrace by it all,
as long as it is harmony, peace and lots of joy.

She is a painter
and shares her art and joy,
how she studies and plays
while letting go of a nicotine addiction,
who overtook and lead her life.

Now she is free
connecting the new dots
and living a life
connected to her heart
I tell her I agree we’ve been survivors
for too long,
now its time,
its time to thrive!
i look up at the sky
as if something gently lifts my chin,
and there is a dance in the sky,
a red-tailed hawk
being followed side by side
by two crows,
the hawk smoothly flying
expanded
in agreement of an open door to thrive,
that is it,
they slowly disappear into the sky
until their dance only remains
in our words,

my friend agrees,
she tells me then about the
story of her knowledge of crows and eagles.

a story of its own later to be told.

For the Addict Mind

It is very slick and slivery
gliding through the cities alleys and
back entrances like a thief

its a body full of tricks
a magician in its trade
luring you with goodies
and sweets of all sorts

they last a few lollypop surrenders
until the last chew just to sticky to be true
and then immediately another one
just like that
at your disposal.

It is always waiting,
most times uninvited
oh so seductive
accommodating
wiling to go to any lengths

The seductive body
dresses in black
and rarely shows its face
but its swirls of addiction
correlates with your downfall

So take the back sit
please,
lets stroll in this new sobriety
where we can both be lured
into the hearts pleasure
where your insatiable hunger
can be replenished
and satisfied.

Breathing

The Earth breathes and moves mountains, it seems at times, or swirls into joy with great waves in the oceans to greet the walks I take to soothe my feet.
The wind blows right next to my window to wake the other breath in me, as I breath it seems to respond by brushing through the plants and trees.

I've been awake a long time this morning, wanting to rest inside yet moving from and to different rooms in this beautiful house. The air is cooler as fall approaches and the new moon begins to settle in .
What new callings to be placed among the space and time of this reality? What new vibrations other love to be evoke among the tribes and community of this global encounter.

I saw many movies this past month from documentaries, comedies and steamy romantic films. Injustice, challenges, evolutionary change and passion. The young women in Ethiopia shunned by the injustice of shame, humiliation by losing their child during childbirth: A walk to Beautiful...worth watching, just on the other side of the globe. An "People of the Wind" of the Bakhtiari journey into the Zagro mountains of Iran, if your migration seems challenging and doubtful at times try watching this last one.

I look over to the winding on my right where a beautiful small tree guards my room and on its branch sits a hummingbird ever reminding me of the joy in life and sustain this mood into the unknown.

An Inch of Possibilities

An inch of possibilities filled the space and time,
to extend my wings and embrace the child
who came from afar in a calling of love
under the cloak of stars,

here my wings forever fly with you at heart
I put my words aside and feel your skin and breath
here you come again after so many days apart
and I hear the winds cycling in to meet again
as the pure inch of possibility

To hear you voice dear child-man
and laugh out loud as the sun accompanies
each step we take side by side,

you know I love your stories
even if the words don't make in reverse,
all that matters is this seconds of possibilities
and we meet again,

the mother questions and frowns over there and
past in uncensored gaps of time
and all the matters is that your sounds is near

with another gathering
another you and me!
in the best noodle place we always eat!

love,
Mom

La Pucelle, 1412 - May 30, 1431

This you are today and everlasting,
as the fire and wind blended
and travelled with your ashes

Oh Great Warrior you sing
through time indeed
as open sunflowers caress
your dance through the fields
of time.

Immortal lineage blossoming
with your dance,
and the victories of your perseverance
as you marched in battle
with purpose and trust as the emblem
of your vision of light and God

All in the same you came to know
the humbleness in your message
yet piercing through the fear and weakness,
what battles you gave!

This is poem is for you,
for your fire lives on,
and teaches greatness and loyalty!

From My 5 year old:

I am terrified to be eaten alive.

This is the year that it all happened and never again will I speak_

Never again.

There I died. The rest is history. In my black eyes,
everything I knew will be shut down
and no one will know the truth because I won't remember,
anything else anymore.

This is the year that my skin broke into a million pieces and I was
setting the tone for everything to be.
Closed.
Like closing down a shop_
No one would be able to reach me, not even myself.
This is the age were the birds separated from my well
and no longer approached_
Leaving behind all the memories
behind_
The long black hair that covered my face is my shield.

One of the many.

French Champagne Cafe

Sitting in a café with a soft roll to comfort the zone and bareness of many with held emotions, a set of accumulated rabbits in the wonderland well that are comforted in each bite.
A few tables down a conglomeration of Jesus lovers, mostly women, in fact all of them are women and a black preacher speaking of the love of God, that all you need is the love of God. They slowly read verse 14.1 to give you a number because it simply slipped my mind as to the exact quote.
“let me free of this resentment” say it over and over until there is no more resentment and Christ has healed me, one of them in a very low tone says.
I believe the Lord heals physically too…says another.
There is the laughter of some as they agree with gratitude, you can tell some have awakened within and it is their community within a French café down the road where I use to live.
14th chapter 22nd verse, says the preacher in low, deep wide voice that vibrates in my body.

Miracles
The accountability of each action.

Many things overwhelmed me today. Speaking to my landlord, I wanted to know if the check was on the way. Her tone…of: I am going to lie to you, to your face and act sweet like it is beyond her control as she releases responsibility to her accountant. That he will decide what to do as far as the deposit and things that were broken in the apartment.

“Be Humble like a little child”…the preacher speaks and the women interpret as they give examples of humbleness. Humility vs. humbleness. It is a lineage distortion that humbleness is something you feel humiliated about and then the Ego steps in to defend those threatened fibers that were left exposed so others can see. I can see know all those techniques to defend as the world unravels before my feet. Those were the branches that grew defected by the distortion of not knowing the difference between humiliation vs. humbleness. The other humbleness is a realm of pure silence where the simplicity, the practicality of an action is breathed right into the belly and all that humbleness is radiating with love towards every surrender, naturally revealing as the heart opens.

Two Women and Synchronicities

This is story of Guia and Jackie and it could be the story of Maria and Joy or any two women for that matter, but it is our for the moment. We had been called to come together for weeks now.
For some reason or another I had postponed it, moving, too much work or too long of a drive. But today something in me felt a calling so nothing was out of the way, the day had its challenges but it was bright and shiny, warming every bone in me. Somehow the fwy was packed, it almost seemed impossible to cross the downtown area. I am here she says, waiting for you, just put on some good music.
As I arrived the flower pot by the door is holding a plant, a gift from one of our encounters. It is strong and has long arms of green leaves stretching from one side to the other. I remember sort of, the feeling is within me, this forgetfulness is part of the unconscious energy that I have used as a shield, as a way to avoid participating in life. Remember she says the song I told you to listen when I left to Italy when you left your job at auto shop…pause…yes sort of, I don’t remember the lyrics but I remember the feeling, smiling. The unconscious energy again of not being fully present and missing out on the gifts that have always surrounded me and then poof they are gone.
We climb up the mountain, it is hot and I am ready to release the ashes from all the journals burnt a week ago, I carry them in a green and white plastic bag, it is heavy. I had decided to release them here at the top of the mountain, thank every single ash full of stories, healing and experiences that brought me to where I am now.
So we stand towards the north, I can barely open the bag, she tells me I just have to make a hole. It is hard to let go of so much history, so much healing and the swallows are dancing above, it feels right and I let go, I thank every journal, I am grateful for Guia being my witness, standing next to me, smiling.

We walk down the trail after the lightness sets in and I tell her you know I feel resistance with you, she says I know I feel it, just releasing that truth it opens a door.
I tell her that that story about the sexual abuse talks to me, I feel it is very courageous to bring it out, I have tried to write about it but I can not connect the dots, I see your healing and how you are connecting the dots. Yes, she says and now I am allowing the little girl to speak, I’ve only just began…I pause, I want to know more, I thought I was connecting to this little girl but then I forget what she sounds like, I start seeing her in my mind about 5 or 6 years old, write about it she says, tell the story and I think we are starting to remember, its about remembering. and then we notice a hummingbird, it crosses out path and sits on a branch of a bush above on the right side as we approach, as if it had been listening to all that we said, we get closer and realize the hummingbird is just above our head, sitting on a branch looking right and left, it doesn’t move and we start communicating saying thank you for sharing this path and what a gift it is to be so close to you and how beautiful this day…it comes straight to my left eye fluttering its wings at their incredible speed, so close to my face, to my eye and it moves right in front of the left side of my face, over and to my left ear, the sounds of its wings is so strong I close my eyes and the thought comes over my mind, it is healing me and it is sprinkling its healing energy.
I want to open my eyes but before I do it flies away and I am left speechless, never before have I found an encounter so close and so clear, this presence today had all the answers of a lifetime and the word Onward that seems to be appearing over and over again has finally meaning.
What is the message now hummingbird? What do I need to see? How do I connect the dots in my healing so I continue to gather energy and share the stories needed for healing in this lifetime.

This is the path of two women in the process of healing, remembering once again the pure, clear and transparent energy that we are. Two women walking side by side in synchronicity as the wounds heal.
As I remember and acknowledge that all that sexual energy as a child was taken by force now I am regaining and feeling the difference between unconsciousness and full awareness in this lifetime. It is not good or bad only that am able to see the difference and trust fully in the process of walking in my wholeness. I have nothing to loose, I was made believe that I lost everything while everything has always been within me.

More about Spring

Change of cycles circling above
At the North Pole
as it slowly turns
into the season we call Spring,
to the South Pole.

This beginning of lilacs blooming
Jazmin fragrance inthe night space
Angel honey flowers bordering the
Great Fig Tree,

The cycles have travelled
Impregnating the air with change
and as you walk with her,
the rise stirs each step,
and the fall of her breath settles all impatience.

Spring is announcing its North Wind
cutting through the thickness of confusion,
the West wind slides through the branches
Instigating the dance of its leaves,
The South wind rolling with its playfulness
below each Sun,

Tickling your belly
and the early East Wind
Galloping among the fields,
in an awakening fully present.

TRUST

This is what I heard as I turned the radio this week,
Trust

Trusting
thrust into the unknown
as the movement of cycles
changes with us

and the web expands
its silk strands will support
the immensity of our light
the majestic love that resonates
when the heart is open

Trust
that everything in this moment
is.

Spring

Spring came forth bursting through the doors

from the hidden valleys

from the Sahara deserts

and sliding down the glaciers

it tossed and turn whichever way it could travel

between the redwoods, baobabs and ancient bristlecones,

nestled in the hidden longings of our call

The vernol equinox dancing its suns across,

as the rain showered its early seeds

the twinkle in each star has announced its presence

its round of cycles is coming through

and the entrance is here

right between the east and the west

on the golden coast of blue poppies

the city in its currents

and the electrifying wonder shook

below our feet,

then danced in the early hours

of the New Spring buzz!

It is here among the dance of birds

and the vibrant green giants

whose roots are taping all around

the planet,

embracing our feet in Joy dance!

the desert gold and dancing joshua trees

marching through with its arrival,

in a wave of songs that were

dormant in my heart,

the snow above crackling as it

melts and run,

like children playing hide and seek

all too grand to be missed

Spring is here!

Spring is here!

Between Earth and Sky

Stillness always comes to mind
in between Sky and Earth,
my two sisters at hand
who awaken my senses
from being anesthetized
of all traffic congestion

Sky just peaks as my eyelids
blink at the possibilities
you´ve awaken me to
calling as the clouds
spread across
stretched by an icy wind
that insists on sneaking
in through the sleeveless
dress revealing the cold beneath
my skin,

just enough to hear rumbles
still so fresh among Haitian streets
and Chiles´borderline
caving in among the Sunami
yes it is alive,
tectonic plates shifting between seconds
perhaps right beneath my feet
enough to awaken consciousness
and choices,

ah those choices to be still
just between those two who guard
the in betweens,
the details
and the skill of maintaining
momentum

not to break those imperfections
or the heart that awakens after all
these years of laying low
of laying secure
secure under the shelter of others.

Metamorphosis

Soft gentle life force
that moves into the breath
warm
in colors you sing
above
below
in the middle of hearts

playful among the winds
like childs play
you bathe among the waters
shining your light
among each universe

and here we call
in longing of your
metamorphosis
as each one voices

the deep roots within.

More rain

The sky is charged and a spotted gray that calls
an owl of the night moving through the skies
in her journey of awakening into our dreams

over the snow covered mountains
peaks of icycles

Soaring into the clouds
extending into the void
fearless

Eyes piercing through the veils
woman that dances by the shore
her call of desire as the fingers lift
curve into mist

Pleasure

opening the cycles
as the rain runs through
all obstacles

more rain coming
our way
clearing the long suffering.

Waking up to life!

What a title...I thought to myself but being that it is still dawn and partially night still, a few birds slowly singing to the rise of the sun, which is still in the backgroud, most of the day is covered with an overcast that promises some rain. I like it. I like the freshness and slight cold sneaking through the cracks of the house. The cars all pulling through the boulevard, now one has yet the energy to start the honking and speeding, that usually takes off around 9:30 or 9:45am.

The cycle of rushing, not having enough time, rushing where? Where is the race? Taking pauses is the greatest relief I can think of. Just knowing that everything that is suppose to happen will happen at exactly the moment it is suppose to happen. The issue is how do I stay still enough, how to create enough stillness so that the seduction that tells you otherwise does not overflow into your system and takes over so that you find yourself in that same place racing on the hamster wheel, over and over again.

Keeping momentum long enough so that a shift can occur through the crack that becomes available because it is never a given, it may open up in the oddest times and situations. As I start complaining about my hidden fears or worries, my roommate moves over to the window of my room and says: a homeless, come and look. We are so damm lucky, we could be out there pushing a cart, in the cold with no where to go, hungry perhaps. Yes, here I am in the comfort of my room, heated house and refining how I walk through the portals of life!

More on Love

Sometimes the distance between having full presence and walking like your above the ground is slightly off. An ethereal feeling, one of the patients at the clinic where I work said. Ethereal...maybe that is what happens when you are disconected. Floating and being dreamy like, easily shifty into emotions that don´t belong to you. So I look around, felt each person as they were finished with their sessions and always curious at how acupuncture affects each one. AFter all we are here to move energy, unplug emotions, unblock stuff that you´ve chosen to hold on to. Heal and soothe the muscles. Let the body flow again as the energy moves, circulating through your entire body.

Then they emerge (patients) from either room, with a feeling of release, enlightment and rest, yawning and wondering how they got there. For me it´s like witnessing full transformation, a current of love moving through each room and touching each one lightly to see if they might awaken. Some are extremely vulnerable, sensitive and other emerge talking even before they come to my desk. They stay there, they want to stay there.

Then there are others that long after they´ve left the clinic call in with the rising of clearance and tell that they don´t know what is wrong with them but that they feel ethereal and laugh as they try to describe the feeling.

This feeling of love or like a like to call it a current of love that travels every second through the city absorbs your heaviness, it sends waves of warm touch through different parts of your body, depending where you have manage to make an opening. I generally get waves of it around my ankles, on the left side of my body as if warm water is suddenly running through where I have managed to set aside the stones that keep it from flowing.

Love is more than a feeling my teacher told me once. Raised to believe it is something that rushes through your body, a surge of oxytocin that overflows from head to toe and then what...you are just driven by this feeling which is like taking a shortcut to the whole pleasure of being in love.

So love is moving with ease through life and extending your roots as you become grounded into what you are in your essence besides the different energies that have overtaken from the moment of birth. Once the manifestation of your mother and father has been released and you no longer carry out their dreams and unfinished business then the outpour of that first cry that took place as you were being born comes back to your body and you claim it, then all can take place as you intended before you came into life, before your conception.

more on this later....

Learning to let go....

The other night I came home a bit tired but full, complete, happy. My guest was sitting at the kitchen and had an I Ching book next to him. I thought to myself I have a couple of questions, could we ask it and see what happens. Sure enough, the first chapter was directly about what I am intending these days: Prosperity! How to walk in prosperity, how to further open the doors to the self-value that invites prosperity and abundance into life. The Universe is abundant, everywhere you look there is an abundane of richness, you grab a handful of dirt and it is beyond our eyes the richness that you hold there.
I have listened to the Louise Hay cd´s on affirmations and repeated it many times, you just keep inviting that feeling, that natural feeling of abundance I was born with. I began affirming that I was worthy, that I was ready to live in prosperity.
The I Ching said to use the awareness to cultivate the garden.
To separate and later unite.
Sobriety.
It is a time to make contacts.
when in abundance: limit, regulate, separate..
The prosperiing environment will give me the opportunity to organize.
Learning to work with others.
Inner Harmony.
Unite the instinct to cosmic forces...

I am still processing this mood, these new attitudes and through writing it seems essential to live in. Unite with the cosmic forces. There are certain words that just keep resonating over and over in my head as I clear and open space.
Complete liberation. To liberate the mind so there is space, so there is a deep grounding taking place.
Letting go of any attachments. Attachments are an illusion.

Circle of Breathing Meditaton at TILO!

Moving on to the month of February with a Breathing Meditation at Tilo Medical & Acupuncture

Come and join us in a morning meditation where we will explore and cleanse old stagnant energy that holds, pulls and prevents us from moving forward.

February is a Latin term februum, which means purification!

The Pranayama breath meditation is an ancient Hindu technique, an active breathwork that will move you into new avenue, new moods, new perceptions.
It can also be very relaxing as you connect to your own rhythm and energy!

Bring a yoga mat, comfortable clothes and a desire to breathe! No previous experience necessary.

Lead by Jackie Chroniss, certified breath facilitator by David Elliott

When: Every Wednesday at 7:30am
Where: Tilo Medical & Acupuncture
Price: $25 or 20 (for a series of 4 classes)
Address: 2001 S. Barrington Avenue #116
Los Angeles, CA 90025
RSVP: 310.339.2596

Breathing Circle on Writing!!!!

This Sunday at Tilo Medical & Acupuncture:


A Circle of Pranayama Breathing and Writing

In this 1st Quarter Moon Cycle we will gather to meditate with breath, the life force of pure love that opens our hearts and moves our energy to Create! Yes, create in your stories, poems, letters. A moment of bliss as you connect to your intrinsic nature of creative flow.

No previous experience necessary just a desire to breathe and create.

Where: 2001 S. Barrington Avenue, Suite 116
Los Angeles, CA 90025
Time : 4pm

Price: $25 or sign up for a series ($20)

Lead by Jackie Chroniss (Published poet and writer)
RSVP to 310.339.2596 or send an email to jackiechroniss@gmail.com

Insights During Meditations

I have been practicing more and more ofter meditation as a way to connect deeper with insight and learning this new language. I feel it as something very subtle that has a calm tone, and it is there right the center, in the middle of the heart or somewhere in between.

Stay present it says!

Right now the city of LA is being bathed, soaked in currents of rain. This is good, it is a shift like a cleansing that can carry away everything that we have been so ardously working to release. It is fresh, purposeful, nurturing and transparent. Those are the things that came into mind as I stare out the window and watch between the branches the downpour, focus back on the leaves of the ficus tree how many of them hold on the tiny drops of seedlings until they slide away into the Earth.

Talk to the gardeners and tell their story!

Yes, of course, who else but the gardeners to tell their story. I remember renting a tiny lot up by Santa Monica airport and starting to learn about how to grow things and walk down the pathway witnessing all the different lot with their variety of crops. It made wonder how many different stories there were waiting to be told. So this will be part of my next writing, to go out there and learn from these interviews that I make with the gardeners.

and then it was silent as I layed there, wondering if I would forget about the insight, if they slip aways and I would on to the next thing. What is love? Love is an action, so I moved forward and came to write believing anything is possible as long as I align myself with this incredible force that moves in this planet. We can feel it. If you look out your window, or even just close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath into your heart as you exhale slowly there will be presence, that same force, energy moving through your body.

Haiti

Gazing over the rubble of your singing city
there among all resting bodies
lays your struggle,
and the dance to rise as the towers fell
so bright I see you
so strong and dark like the night.

There among the passing days
are the women who search and pray
There our mother standing by with
white silks bands,
around her waist,
she does not settle until the eyes meet
and the arms greet the frightened child.

There in the West Indies
among great valleys and plains
the Earth has shaken
under its skin
the wound burst over your roads.

There among the passages of time
solidarity to lift your walls
solidarity to feed the hunger
solidarity to weave the threads

so this rope that pulls in my center
can speak to you as I feel
no so far from my country
not so far from your song and dance
with open heart all my light
over your city.

Water

My concerns over water grow as I dive into a project with a friend in the last couple of weeks and uncovering the percentages over abuse and contamination over our precious element of water. I´ve been drawn toward her more and more lately. The connection is strong as I bathe , swim, drink it...survive because of her. It nurtures the Earth and this planet we live in so it then can bear fruit and nourish even more on what we eat, what is grown in our garden. Water is the carrier of the essence of life. As it nurtures the Earth it is the same for us considering that we are 70% of water in our bodies.

How far back do we go. The womb, the bearer of this sea of consciousness in which life became possible. Becoming those containers of life force to interact with it not only in our bodies but everything we come in to contact. The mist traveling in the late hours of the night. The rain as teardrops over us at early dawn, cleansing, clearing. Teardrops filled with emotions that are moving through. That is the feeling that is coming to mind. Navigating within our own bodies as we travel in any space such as our mind, body or Earth but I feel it coming strongly into my womb, the second chackra. I am declaring the longing to clear my second chackra, to have it filled with clear, transparent water. Fluidity rising to my heart.

I was thinking of scarcity of water such as countries now experience in different parts of the world and as I open my facet, each time I become more and more conscious of every drop that is available for me, how abundant it is now at the house, all around here.

I remember when I was a little girl living in Costa Rica and we were 4 kids living in the same household and my grandmother would give each one of us a bucket full of water to bathe in and it was in our eyes plenty! She would collect buckets of water during rainfalls and there was a container in the backyard for those days when the city agencies would shut the water down for an entire day. She also had a "pila", a cement sink where we would wash our clothes and dishes and right next to it was a small basin where she would collect water. There was plenty but it was scarce in the city at least that was the feeling we had as we were growing up.

and now here we are later, twenty something years later and the scarcity is becoming more and more evident even in Los Angeles, the city of great abundance, so much abundance that it becomes deceiving how in other countries the lakes are drying, mud cracks on the dying desert, the Earth is longing desperately for its mist and rain to open up the avenues of rivers and creeks that feed the femenine flow among our cities.

Messages in the sky

I grew from gratitude and from expanding my heart,
the sky spread and met with my eye
it softened its gaze as the clouds moistened the air
and here they are those messages in the sky
soft, fluffy, like cotton candy from the carnival.

There they were far in the east
as I skated my way in to dawn
icebergs at the tips of my fingers
and humming the warm breath
into my hands,

Those clouds are sending messages
and i just make out a few letters
here and there
like a language I knew
but I hardly remember any more,

so I skated rapidly with all at hand,
as the muscles heated up
and the view cruised at
the sides of the road
and the wink of the homeless guy
on the bench,

as he threw a smile
and said without words:
you got it babe
you got it babe
its all a maze
and you´re in it,
we´re skating right into it.

Cirrus Sky

In the spread of your angel wings
the sky has embodied each flight
across each gaze,
of all the ones below you
with flights from east to west,

and what is there I asked
so true to each step taken
as your essence dissipates
among us in the rain flow
over all lands,

as you travel across the skies
with veils of white droplets
who blend above the crowds
who with their drumming
play and dance to celebrate
your flight across the sky,

As the heartbeat of a nation
so longing to be embraced by you
they dance and celebrate as the
sun circles across the horizon
as the witness of rhythm and song

and all dances pound among the sand
to reach as waves of sound
to your rainbow color
that slowly dissipate to another time.