Articulations

Over the course of the last few days, I have had occasion to prepare what you could call "mission statements". (I put that in the plural because there were several, for different situations.) At the moment, these are just drafts...and those of you patient enough to have stuck with me have received the long version of this ever-evolving life story! But articulating a current statement has been extremely powerful..and putting conscious spiritual attention into my use of words is more important than ever. As time goes on, it has become easier to edit out extraneous words like "just" or "kind of" or "yes, but..." And whenever I notice that I have used a conflict-related word, I try to find a more harmonic alternative. I wish you could see my real time editing as we speak!

My online new age experts say that this month is incredibly powerful, what with the full moon tomorrow, the 12-12 portal in a little over a week, and this particular winter solstice. That isn't even counting 3 I Atlas, and its journey through our solar system.  How important these milestones are, I don't know from a professional standpoint, but I believe with every fiber of my being that we are heading into much higher spiritual levels of energy, a new age of Love. Yesterday, I spoke of fear and negativity becoming obsolete -- similarly, the words expressing those conditions are becoming obsolete. It takes a bit of conscious attention to "listen" from a higher dimensional level to one's own 3-D articulations, but this is the month to start putting in that work so that creative output is energetically consistent with our current soul signal. It is like exercising a new muscle.

Looking at Love

There are so many things to consider right now, but as I truly believe that increased levels of Love are entering our world, I'm going to look, again, at Love. As a woman of the mid-twentieth century, I guess I have had kind of a split view of this quality. It's interesting, definitions call "love" an emotion, a feeling, but I think the Love we are beginning to experience is of a completely different nature. It is a serious form of power.

My brain struggles to really make sense of this. When I try to envision (and feel) the enormity of the Love of the Goddess, I linger in the "place" of gentleness, softness, nurturing, and almost passivity. I long for such softness, I think of statues and paintings of the Virgin Mary, where she looks at us through soft, soulful eyes. In a duality model, it is hard to see Love as anything but gentle. (Or romantic.)

Yet what I am really beginning to grasp is the active power of Divine Love, the blurring of the sharp line between Love and power. Because what we are beginning to see is that the energy of the highest levels of Love is, in fact, exceedingly powerful. It has the power to create universes, the power to transmute hatred, the power to change every aspect of our world.

Looking at this from a personal standpoint, I've tended to think that, by always at least trying to choose a path that was most loving and least hurtful, I was doomed (as it were) to being at the bottom. Even now, I sometimes feel the pushback when I am being myself. But suddenly (or it seems sudden!) such a big shift is happening that I can imagine choosing Love as being on the right side of history.

In recent weeks, whatever scales remained over my eyes have fallen, and I can sense the fear inherent in almost every event around us, almost every institution, almost every news event, trend, you name it. Not just in the wars and conflicts. The closer you attune with Love, the harder it is to be in the world of fear in any form. I still have moments where fear hits me in the pit of my stomach. I still cringe, doubt myself, feel powerless. And in the old days, my personal alignment with Love didn't feel powerful enough to sustain me once I felt fearful. But now, with Love in the ascendent, I can almost immediately feel this power dissolving the fear. Literally, dissolving. Not "killing", or "being victorious over", or "eliminating" fear. Just simply making fear obsolete. Unnecessary. And unworkable. I mean, moving forward, Love will be the only power that works.

  

The Enormity of It

On this day before Thanksgiving, most Americans are doing their travel outwardly, and as ever, mine is inward. And as ever after a big "aha" kind of day, I've had several hard ones. I think what swamped over me was the sheer amount of love I have within me for England and English church music, fires and fires of passion constantly pushed back from without or self-pruned from within. And then when you add in my belief in my own spiritual vantage point, what I now think of as Goddess spirituality, and how afraid I have been of letting that beacon shine, well, the enormity of it all as it emerges into the bright light is quite overwhelming. 

But today I am also so very thankful. Inexplicably, I am still alive, with friends and strangers having been patient enough to facilitate a path through the underbrush...as completely unsettled as it has been, I am finally genuinely, 100% thankful that my journey was a woman's experiment, that I didn't have a husband, children, normal career, or a home, to pour my energies into. (I dearly want a home, but not the construct we have created in this old paradigm.) Nearly 70 years of energy has gone solely into finding my own core truths, and starting to live from them. Perhaps without my knowing it, these years were also preparation for the time of expanded Love that we are entering. Navigating this time will require almost superhuman alignment with Love values, and growth at a fast and spontaneous pace.

There's one other enormity, isn't there? Millions upon millions of women in the world whose true gifts still remain hidden. If I have a wish on this Thanksgiving eve, it is that all of us find the truth of what we love, and who we are, quite independently of the swirling, constantly distracting culture around us.

And today, just for the heck of it, I am going to call myself the "English Goddess". There.

The Strife Being O'er

Today is one of those days where I am racing to get this post out like it's my last day on earth. I sometimes seem to need to let topics percolate, as you know...but not this one. Yesterday was an important milestone, one which I hope I will always remember.

I've been leading up to it, and what I am about to say won't come as much of a surprise to regular readers, or to my old friends. But what you write about, even what you talk about, can still be more head-focused, and not be reflected in your heart.

Yesterday, I had occasion to binge-watch a British television show that I like. Partway through the episodes, I realized something important. I was feeling none of the sadness, bittersweetness, anger, frustration, "homesickness", and discomfort that I have usually felt in the same situation. That sense of, "I belong over there but I cannot get there." That sense of, "Life has cheated me in this regard." I've carried this weight around since I was four, and I've gotten so used to it that at first, I didn't realize it was missing. But all of a sudden, I could feel that the chronic dissatisfaction had completely dropped away.

Is this because I've left that part of me behind? Quite the contrary. It seems to be because all this love and passion for the place was surging out of me -- and there was no more resistance. No voice saying no. No inner critic trying to correct my deepest truth. No inner shaming, or ridicule, or fact-checking. It's like, I have been "British" (and probably of that landscape since before Britain was even a construct) for dozens upon dozens of lifetimes, and it is home. I am a woman of that place, period. No matter our current events, no matter what my experience has been so far in this lifetime, no matter what anyone else might say or believe, no matter what our construct believes. I finally, finally "came home" utterly and completely, maybe similar to what some people experience in realizing the truth of their sexuality, or their gender, or their calling, or their core religious beliefs. I "came home" yesterday, at a moment when, housesitting an ocean away from home, I couldn't have been superficially further from that truth.

It was interesting, however. One aspect of this program sent my resistance way up the scale -- the success of a male figure, and the recognition he received. Obviously, I have much more work to do.

This isn't a case of needing to figure out an outward path in a specific direction, or making plans, or doing one thing other than writing about this here. It is more about laying down everything that isn't me, gently releasing the entire burden, and starting to understand what it feels like to love something and experience no resistance. No resistance whatsoever.  Even the title I have given to this essay (an allusion, of course, to the "great" Easter hymn) is too resistant for this new paradigm, but I couldn't help but use it. My personal lifelong battle, to be everything I am not in places that are not home, is o'er. And as we head into the winter solstice, may I sit quietly, get used to loving without resistance, and listen carefully to my inner wisdom.

A Needlepoint Quilt

Today's post is a patchwork, in more ways than one. This has been a uniquely rich, stressful, educational time, and it is hard to know where to begin. I'll have to limit myself to only three or four "patches" on today's quilt, starting with the dream that inspired the theme.

Actually, in true Liz fashion, I don't really remember much of the dream that I woke up from Monday morning. All I know is that I had made quite a colorful and impressive needlepoint tapestry, which from a distance looked rather like a quilt with bright squares. (I used to do needlepoint, and it may be my favorite form of needlework, although I haven't done it often recently.) There was a big thing in the dream about how I was supposed to get this piece to someone, but I couldn't do it until a man I didn't know provided part of the artwork, perhaps a frame? And here's where it was typical of my dreams, because I didn't know this man's phone number (or the number of the person who had ordered it), and on top of that, my phone wasn't working and all my efforts to find another one went nowhere. I woke up from the dream (as I often do from dreams) drained and frustrated. But I did remember the image, so I quickly grabbed some colored markers and got it down on paper, as you will see below (apologies for the blurriness. I have a feeling that the very quality of my phone's camera that leads to such amazing aura effects also makes close-up shots unclear.)

One more note is that I had to convince myself to share this image for what might seem by some to be a silly reason: as the child of narcissism, I looked at my name's initial in the center and said to myself, "I shouldn't be drawing so much attention to myself. I shouldn't be the center of anything." Clawing your way back from this kind of early life experience takes a lifetime -- I guess I've decided it's a pretty, cheering image, and that hopefully this outweighs all other considerations!

Hmm...let's see. What else. I am still dealing with the medical situation I have alluded to, which someday I do promise I'll unpack! (I know I sometimes move on and forget to follow through, but in this case, I hope that won't happen.) Some friends have been concerned, for which I am so grateful! In the end, this isn't so much a serious thing as it is a psychically hard thing, with interesting timing. So part of why I included these bright colors in my blog is to cheer myself up, as well as anyone else out there who needs cheering, for any reason.

It just occurred to me that this "quilt" actually represents the rich tapestry of wisdom I've been accessing online, particularly this week. In the midst of it all, one presenter (I forget who) asked people to ask themselves, "When did you stop singing?" Oh my, that cut me to the quick. I didn't stop singing entirely back in the early 1980's, but close to it. The inference was, if we stop singing (or, for some people, dancing or playing an instrument, or whatever), we are no longer fully alive. I cannot go back, but what I'm going to start today is to sing when I am on my walk...to the birds, to the wind, to the trees. To whoever will listen.

Leaves Falling like Snow

We had a really hard freeze last night, so when I went on my early morning walk, the leaves were falling from the trees like enormous snowflakes. It always amazes me how some flowers and trees survive those first few light frosts and freezes, but the moment comes -- a tipping point, perhaps. This seems to be a tipping point in so many ways, but one specific one is on my mind today.

The other day, I mentioned some of the people whose videos I am listening to online, and this morning I realized something important. It has taken me 69 years to find people whose work I believe in, even, in some cases, enthusiastically admire. I believed in the world of English cathedral music and wanted so much to be part of it, but I was prevented by being a woman -- and the situation was further complicated by the fact that I wasn't theologically on the same page. Even if I had ever made it into that field, my not really being Christian would have been a literal block to it being work I believed in. During the years when I tried to make a living as an artist, the problem was that, as good as I was at it, I wasn't completely passionate. I did believe in art and in the people who make a living making the world a more beautiful place, but it was not enough of a major personal enthusiasm to sustain a career.

And until recently, I wasn't aware of who was speaking for the Goddess/Great Mother/Divine Feminine in anything like the same way I have been trying to. Now, that has changed...so I realize that this is the first time in my life that I have seen models in front of me of work I believe in! Amazing. This is allowing me to more fully embrace my own life and work over the years, my not-always-successful effort to do things the way I thought they might be done in a more Goddess-centered paradigm. If I didn't understand it before, I finally grasp how crucial it is to believe in what you do.

So in the midst of that tipping point, I seem to have started to channel-write some material about one of my previous lifetimes. I mean, literally, I started this on Thursday. I'm hand-writing it and have no idea what this will lead to, whether something here in my blog or another outlet. Leaves are falling like snow.

Re-Weaving

Amid the sudden onset of winter (snow two days ago!), getting to the bottom of healing, government shutdowns, government re-openings, truths of all kinds breaking out, and astonishing Northern Lights (which I have, alas, yet to see in person) -- a pre-Thanksgiving expression of gratitude. Sometime this past spring, I discovered videos by Pam Gregory (astrologer), which led me to Heather Graham, Anne Tucker, Kelly Kolodney (The Angel Raphael), Lee Harris, Tim Whild, and many others. While each has a different lens on the world, they all seem to share the perspective that we are entering a time of intense spiritual awakening, and that anything functioning outside of the realm of Love will inevitably drop away. To discover that I am not alone in these thoughts is such a gift. It has been like experiencing Christmas for most of this challenging year of 2025.

Yes, I feel twinges of regret that I haven't made the choices that might have led me more to the center of the pack. Heck, my recent simple goal to upgrade my blog was at least temporarily stalled by medical and device challenges. Was that the Universe reminding me to stick to the basics? Or is that just an excuse?

At the moment, who knows? But one thing I do know and accept is that the path I signed up for in this lifetime is -- of course -- different from the paths of others. In an American woman, the unique intersection of English cathedral music and the Goddess was always going to be (um) challenging, and has yet to fully play out. On this cold November day, I feel more firmly ensconced in my niche than ever. These two major threads are re-weaving themselves together in a powerful way even as we speak.