Woman, sixty, and still trying to get it right. Stumbling the path toward the Divine. Discussing things like grandparenting, Waldorf education, child development, nature, human awareness, empty-nesting, breast cancer, and knitting luscious things once in awhile.
Tonight there is a miraculous moment coming towards us, an opening so great that it has the potential to completely transform the crisis we face as a human family.
On July 21st 7:35pm PST in the United States and July 22nd in Asia at 2:35am GMT the sun will be eclipsed by the moon for over six minutes.
This will be the longest solar eclipse of the 21st Century.
Given that the moon is the embodiment of the feminine, during this “once in a century” solar eclipse, her energies will be exalted, bringing her into equal partnership and balance with the solar, which represents the masculine. Through this remarkable integration, a new balance of the Divine Feminine and Sacred Masculine will radiate to the entire world.
This is an extraordinary moment for humanity to collectively co-create through meditation, intention, and visioning, a world of love, peace, harmony and equality for all.
Some astrologers say this solar eclipse is a time of shadows being lit up, untruths brought to the surface and accelerated awakening coming to fruition.
In addition, at this propitious time, the Black Madonna, the symbol for the oppressed, is also reemerging.
The solar eclipse has the potential to foster the liberation of all voices; voices of women, voices of indigenous brothers and sisters, and voices of all oppressed peoples. It is an auspicious time for these voices of wisdom and truth to be fully heard.
Please join us during this sacred eclipse to:
MEDITATE, PRAY, VISION, AND CO-CREATE
THE NEW WORLD OF LOVE, HARMONY, EQUALITY, AND PEACE.
Please pass this message on to everyone who will resonate with this experience so that hundreds of us can become thousands and thousands become millions and we all can meditate together calling for the voice of the Divine Feminine to flow, thrive, and break through, in perfect balance with the Sacred Masculine at this propitious moment on our planet.
I know I'm a slacker. I don't really know why, generally. I do know that this weekend I have been stressed out about the future of my job, and then I got sick and was in bed for a day and a half with a nasty flu and fever. Thus the tedious job of posting photos has taken a back burner.
First, the job. It seems that Vijay's mom has decided to quit her job (because she hears a huge lay-off is coming) and moving in here to care for Jahan. this is all supposed to take place in December. So I have a lot of decisions to make in the next few months. A budget to focus on and settle up my debts, preparations for a new nanny job.
I do know that I love the position of "nanny". It is so fulfilling to care for a child so intimately. I think it feels so good because I have faith that I do a really good job. It is my place of confidence.
So today I'm just living in the moment, enjoying every second of Jahan, trusting the universe and getting myself well.
So, I think I took in excess of 500 photos on my recent trip. But, considering it was 25 days long, that is only...QUICK!...how many per day? Gooooood job.
Twenty per day isn't so bad. I take a lot more pictures than I ever did before. I often wonder if I can attribute it to the ease of digital photography, or my mind working in Blogland time, or the fact that as I get older I want to mindfully and carefully savor my memories?
Since I certainly cannot post them all, I will randomly choose some of my favorites. I have captured the simple, quiet days in Sonoma where Ike and I stayed at Grampy's house, my time with Camille, our stay in Oakland at Zak and Heather's, a brief interlude in Seattle, a long weekend on Vashon Island for my sister-in-law's 60th birthday (a family reunion, solstice celebration, Father's Day celebration all inclusive), and then a week in Vancouver with Brooke and her family.
The last night spent at a hotel in Seattle, with a picturesque view of Mt. Ranier from our hotel window. And then, home again, home again, jiggity jig. Ha! That just poured out of my consciousness cause Ikey was mesmerized and obsessed with nursery ryhmes on our trip! I bought him a book of Mother Goose Rhymes for the airplane and he absolutely LOVES them. He's also surprised that I know them all "right from my mouth" (by heart). I could rattle them off on demand and he loved that! So here we go....
I went "birding" for my first time with my friend, Karen, out at Skagg's Island. The best thing I saw were pelicans flying in V formation. Here is Karen: Family Barbeques: King Ike and Sir Beachball: Ike playing jump on Auntie Camille's head: Ice Cream Cones: And Auntie and Uncle's house: Vashon Island... Meeting Cousin Satchel in Seattle at the ferry (and Brooke and Matt and Temple too!)was such a happy, longed-for event: Stay tuned for Chapter 2: Vashon Island and Chapter 3: Vancouver, BC! Hope you enjoyed so far...
This evening I took a walk to Dominick's for some WW snacks. After my whole vacation I went back to Weight Watchers today, and I'm still at a 16.5 pound weightloss! WooooooHoooooo! Thus, I headed out to the market with positive motivation.
But I digress, I think. This posting isn't about me and my diet...
It's about being neighborly. It's hot here, and humid. I left out my back door and headed down the alley, which I don't often do. I saw my neighborhood through different eyes. I saw the backyards rather than the front. I saw clotheslines, for which I have a deep, dear love. I saw a middle-aged man out watering his backyard in funny shorts, flip-flops, and a big hairy belly hanging over his waistband. I could tell he really didn't want me to be seeing him, so I said a quick hello and mosied on. Lots of college kids playing some kind of beanbag game they all play around here (Nooooo. Not hackysack, I know what hackysack is.) Dogs barking. Beautiful flowers. Stinky garbage cans and delicious meals wafting seductively from kitchen windows. Dishes clanging. Babies crying. Spanish guitar. The Damen bus at a stop in the distance.
And then I turned the corner, swinging my Trader Joe's market bag and I came upon a pretty old woman, standing out on her stoop, looking like she needed something. She had gray hair in a short bob, skin like an apple doll and only a couple of snaggle teeth. She had a sweater on too, which I found curious. But I guess it just bespoke her age. So I said to her, "Hi there. I'm going to the market, do you need anything?" She checked me out with a very mistrustful look on her face and there was a long pause. I just smiled. She averted her eyes. She said a curt, "No. I don't need anything." I said OK as cheerfully as I could, and walked on.
Upon my return she was still standing out there looking like she was working a bit to keep her balance on the leaning wooden staircase with the peeling blue paint. I was eating a peach. Since she seemed a bit alarmed the first time, I just nodded and smiled and raised my peach quickly toward her once. To my back she said, "Thank you. Thank you very much for offering to shop for me. But...MY SON CALLED...." and then she went on and on about her son's phone call. A mama loving her boy. I stopped and turned around and offered her a peach. I was surprised that she accepted it, and lowered herself into the old kitchen chair perched on the narrow porch. So I sat on the step, finished my peach, and just listened to her. She showed absolute enjoyment in the peach, She smacked, and she bragged about her boy as she wiped juice from her mouth and hands and writsts with a crumpled kleenex she pulled magically from God knows where while I wasn't looking.
So she didn't need a shopper. But she did need a juicy peach, a listening ear, and most of all, I think, that call from her son. I saw the happiness unfold right before my eyes!