Outgrowing Me

I am very thankful for the last six days...after quite a quiet stretch, it was a sociable time, with lots of good food and company, and (until today's freezing rain) reasonably good weather to get around in. It was actually more Christmas activity than I have been used to in recent years, always living betwixt and between, and dealing with the pandemic and bad winter weather. So a jolt of festivity was a positive thing for a rather solitary person like me!

Having said that, I am aware that in all my interactions with people over sweets and the rustle of present opening, I never had one discussion about New Age spirituality, the Goddess, England and English church music, the intersection of the above...or anything pertinent to who I really am. I mean, this has been true my whole life, and is certainly the reason for all this wandering. So in the midst of it all the busy-ness and warmth, it was still an experience of being on the outside looking in...

But another layer has emerged, which really hit me hard last night and was very disorienting. An even more acute sense of, I have not only outgrown the whole paradigm that I was in for thirty years (trying to fit into multiple places around the country and find activities to replace my real passions), but I've outgrown what I suppose was the more recent transitional phase of fully embracing the real passions -- exploring them, trying to peel off the layers of resistance to them, and find a few people who speak at least part of my language. There was a "searching" element to this time that has suddenly dropped away. I've outgrown "me" as I might have described myself even a month or two ago, and am in a place of fuller embodiment -- with the extra added sensation of starting to experience these passions through a finer lens, a higher energetic than I am used to. An amusing picture came to me of a large balloon being stuffed into a small shoebox, and popping out over and over again. (When you are somewhat overweight, you can be rather sensitive to this kind of image, but there it is.) I panicked, knowing that most of my old solutions (the ones that I can easily envision) would, indeed, spit me out pretty quickly. And if my path forward contains some person, place or situation that I know from the past, for the first time in my life, it will probably be well nigh impossible to pare myself back down to size to fit in the box. I'm the bigger balloon, and I need a bigger hangar when at rest -- or to fly free! 

Blessings for the last few days of this old year...may you find unexpected joy and insights too!

The Quiet Time

Thanks to the gift of having largely retreated from "the world", this week sandwiching Christmas is truly a quiet time this year. I'm not out, chasing down deals, or trees, or standing in line at an airport. I've written (and sent) cards, I am in the process of making several batches of cookies, and I have pretty much watched as many inspirational videos about this mysterious, liminal time as I can stand. I've listened to a select few pieces of Christmas and Medieval choral music, and attended one solstice concert. I am even feeling slightly less inspired about writing in this blog. The urge to write hasn't gone away -- as I've mentioned, I am up well before dawn handwriting something that I will need to finish before I discern how to proceed. I suppose to a small degree it is draining my creativity just a bit. I won't forget you, dear friends! But the message I am getting is that this other story is a thread I must follow, wherever it leads.

It is not quiet in much of the world. Please know this -- I know that. People who cannot help themselves (and whose channel to Love is completely blocked) are creating Christmastime chaos and pain. Those of us who can align with the powerful peace of the Goddess -- must. Those of us who can make this The Quiet Time -- must. Blessings to anyone out there doing that!  Blessings, too, to the un-quiet. We are all playing our roles in this play, I guess! 

Goddess Words 54: Bells

Bells. There are so many different kinds of bells in this world, but I guess it will come as no surprise to anyone reading this that the kind I love the most, and which I literally and figuratively resonate with, are the change ringing bell sequences at (mostly) English churches and cathedrals. I suppose that just as I can sit riveted in place inside one of those spaces during a choral evensong service (assuming I am not singing!), I can sit or stand riveted in place outside when the bells are ringing. I assume there must be thousands of possible patterns, depending on how many ringers are up in the tower, doing the work. (I gather it is most commonly between four and eight people.) These are not bells playing hymns or other songs. They are the ones playing random, yet beautiful, patterns, and the sound can echo across the countryside. In fact, an English friend of mine once phoned me when his local church bells were ringing, and I sat in ecstasy at my end of the phone, almost 3,500 miles away.

Many years ago, actually around the time that I originally wrote my list of Goddess words, I wrote an essay that ended by saying in effect, "the day that bells around the world ring to celebrate the birth of a girl, I'll know that I'm finally living in my paradigm!" That essay never found a home. I guess it was a little ahead of its time (and not quite focused enough), and I still think the notion seems far-fetched if I imagine the old paradigm doing the bell ringing. But I can imagine the Goddess ringing celebratory bells at the birth of a girl! Perhaps at the birth of all girls!

Many centuries ago, bells were rung as alarms, to alert a populace when it was under attack, or in the case of a fire or other disaster. Nowadays, we have sirens and phone alerts in this situation. Church bells still ring today after services, funerals, or during wedding recessionals. The emotion that even the smallest bells bring up for me is joy -- whether a cat bell, or a cow bell, or a sleigh bell, or a dinner bell.

Why did I add "bell" to my list all those years ago? Why do I think of it as a Goddess word? And why do I present it today? I think it is because I am finally hearing change ringing bells joyfully going through their myriad patterns, and my mind doesn't immediately think of the boy in the manger. The cause for celebration is the fact that we have entered the Age of Aquarius, and the energies of the Goddess and Love are on the increase. These next few days are a portal of sorts, and if I can't find any bells (strangely, I don't own any), I'll bang a spoon on a tin pie plate! As long as I do it joyfully, it will be the same basic concept!

Looking Out

Looking out into the world, I am seeing pretty much what I've expected for years. It may seem like the world situation is quite complex or complicated, but I think it's pretty simple. The energy of Love, which is increasing in the world by the day, is impossible for some people to stand. It sends them 'round the bend, literally, and causes them to fight. I believed the Goddess when she "told" me years ago that She would never ask me to fight back...and I still believe that it is just a case of calmly holding Love energy as best as one can. That energy never pushes back, per se, it just simply cannot be in energetic relationship with anger and conflict and evil. It is a completely different "animal". Those lower emotions, thrown at an emanation of Love, simply bounce back at the attacker. It's hard after a lifetime of human training not to fight back, but it is getting easier as we get closer to to what is clearly going to be a major shift. And I keep reminding myself that there is only "yes". (I cringe every time I hear people say, we have to "stop" war, or guns, or intolerance. You don't "stop" things in this Universe, you embody the positive energy that you want, and those hard things just disappear.) Today's job, to hold the energy of where we are headed, not where we have been, and observe the circus with as much compassion as possible. I think I'm getting a bit repetitive, oh dear!

Once again, a shout out to public libraries. I need to do a bit of actual research in connection with the writing I am doing on the side, handwritten. How lovely to put a little of the inter-library loan activity into the hands of a much younger librarian at the main branch! I'm an excellent researcher, but it's about, what do I want to do in these precious days around the new moon and solstice? I want to delegate, at least in that situation, and I'm profoundly thankful that it is possible.

I am realizing that "looking out" can have the connotation of the expectation of something fearful, and that's not my meaning today, although being alert is always a good thing. No, as you look out today, just try to calmly discern what is Love-based and what is not, and remember that Love is all that will last in the long term.

A December Saturday

After so many deep and mystical posts, today I'll just catch up with a few threads and practicalities.

I forgot to mention that my computer problem was solvable -- at least for now -- with the purchase of an external keyboard. It took me a few trips to the store to figure out what to do, but I am thankful for a relatively simple fix, although my reflexive instinct to move my hands "up" to type is being challenged in the move "down". I am immensely fortunate in having such minor problems to deal with on this Saturday.

My health thing has been the vehicle for such an enormous revelation that I am holding off on writing about it here until I can do so adequately. And I'm still in healing mode -- would like it completely in the rearview mirror. I haven't forgotten it.

I'm writing something on the side (handwritten) that is so surprising and powerful that I'm not sure what to say except that I need to keep doing this the old fashioned way, which is how it seems to want to come out, and then assess what the next step with it should be.

Today, I'm attending a holiday festival, and tomorrow, a holiday get-together. When I am in the right frame of mind, I have been listening to carol services and choral music online, but as has been the case for years, being a new paradigm girl in an old paradigm holiday season is challenging. For a short moment here and there, I resonate with the old songs, but when that passes, it is over. Right this minute I seem to need silence more than almost anything, including listening to good talks by my peeps. If, indeed, the world is about to change utterly in about a week, then I guess I need to simply walk through it in my own way...getting up early and taking a walk and bringing in the newspaper, shoveling snow, cooking meals, puttering around with odd house chores, and writing, writing, writing. I sense that my life is, indeed, in the process of a major change, but I cannot act until my vision of it is clear. Patience...

 Wishing you a beautiful December Saturday...and Sunday!

My New Infinity Loop

I guess it isn't terribly surprising that in the last few days, a few substantial things have happened relative to what I spoke about last time, the "infinity loop" that I have been in throughout this lifetime, until a few days ago. The first is recognizing (from a somewhat different perspective than I have explored before) how this story explains my very, very limited success in the old paradigm which we are now leaving. I don't say this to excuse or validate any aspect of my unusual journey. But any farmer will tell you that seeds need to be attentively (even lovingly) tended if they are to blossom and grow. I won't explore this any further -- let's face it, that image was breaking into a million pieces when I wrote my last post, three days ago. I'll let those ragged shards disintegrate entirely, shall I?

In the middle of the night last night, I found myself trying to articulate what the horizontal "8" infinity loop would be all about if my other reference point was the Goddess, not my father (or the larger construct we have been in until now). For someone so Goddess-centered, I don't experience Her visually. I'm not (at least at the moment) inspired by ancient imagery or statuary of the Divine Feminine, so my outside reference point is more an amorphous but powerful feeling of Love, Beauty, Support, Harmony, and Wisdom. 

I tried to imagine Her first words upon my birth into this world -- or rebirth. "Welcome, beautiful Liz. Welcome Home. You are meant to be here. Your unique gifts of self-expression, beauty and musical harmony are just what this world sorely needs, and we are anticipating with enthusiasm seeing how you will use your gifts in this lifetime. We will do everything in our considerable power to nurture, support, and smooth the path you take toward developing these gifts and sharing them with the world. Know that We love you and are always with you." So I see (and feel in my heart) that these words are fertile soil for me. I am like a seed lovingly planted and then carefully watered, drained and exposed to adequate warmth. I am comfortable in my skin, and take the time necessary to practice my gifts and discern the best way to use them for the world's benefit. As the band of energy whirls behind me and around to my side, heading organically back into the world, I find myself sharing my gifts, my ideas, my creative output, and doing it joyfully, with excitement, with gratitude, and in the hope that my sharing is helpful to people, wildlife and planet. As this buzz of activity crosses in front of me and reaches earth's beings, my gifts are warmly welcomed. It's not so much a case of wanting or receiving praise or adulation. I just experience warm acceptance and gratitude. Other beings delight in seeing spiritual potential being reached. My actions have added new Goddess values to the earth, so when the energy of my gifts swirls around and reaches Her again, She is even more warm and welcoming, proudly saying "well done!", and urging me to continue to create, to continue to find new ways to embody and express Love, beauty, harmony, and peace. And so a new and far more fulfilling "Infinity Loop" continues...

Wow.

I hope, dear reader, that if it is right for you, you will insert your name into this narrative, and identify your best gifts for these emerging times. Whether they are in the arts or writing, or healing, or teaching, or community-building, or care for Nature, or spirituality...what could all of us achieve if we genuinely imagined that our truest gifts were welcome, that our truest gifts were of value, and that we were truly welcome? Fully and unconditionally?

Facing Infinity

Most of my online "peeps" have anticipated this month of December 2025 as one of the most spiritually powerful on record, and some of their enthusiasm has begun to wear off on me, although the journalist/academic/lawyer in me had been trying to take a wait-and-see approach. 

However, that reticence is beginning to dissipate. In recent days, the combination of my own physical and mental healing efforts, a powerful hand-written story that seems to be surging out of me, plus listening to some beautiful online material about Love and Nature, has led to an epiphany and (perhaps?) ascension. (There are a lot of threads I'm throwing out there and forgetting to re-weave into this narrative, but I do not want this to be one of them.)

So this stunning moment involved envisioning my connection with my father as one of those horizontal figure 8 "infinity" signs. His part of the sign's loop was to the left, and mine was to the right. In a flash, I understood that the energy line swirling out from him, crossing over, then coming toward me had communicated, from my birth, this message: "You are not valid, you are not important, and I have no interest in hearing you speak or seeing you succeed." (I have referred to this in the past.) As this energy made its way to me, I learned to cringe, to hide myself, to belittle myself, and to dismiss my own impulses. Then as the energetic band came to its furthest point and started to circle back around me in the other direction, I'd find myself reacting, saying, "Heck, no!" and starting to create, act, or speak with as much power as I knew how, but that effort would make its way on this spinning "8" band back toward my father, into whose black hole emptiness it would be sucked, seemingly forever -- until the loop spun out from behind him again and he'd start the process anew, making it clear that I wasn't wanted or necessary.

As I watched this process and began to understand it, and to remember specific events and examples, I understood something else. For the very first time, I was watching this process from above. I was no longer "in" that particular infinity loop, taking part in it. I was in observer mode, watching long enough to understand the meaning of what I was seeing, at which point the whole image started to blur then basically break up into a million pieces. I feel free this morning in a way that I don't know that I ever have. Of course, there are interesting larger metaphorical interpretations of this whole thing, and I'd like to think that my new orientation is to Love, which supports me and loops love back to me. I suspect that in the wake of this mystical experience, there will be outward changes in my life, which I'll try to keep track of and let you know about! 

All I know is, "infinity" is easier to face, no longer being in that particular loop!

Goddess Words 53: Sailing

It may seem counterintuitive to explore the word "sailing" on a day when the temperature is 2 degrees F, and snow covers the ground. I doubt that local lakes are frozen solid enough for iceboating, but the warm breezes of summer are history, and I almost skipped over this word, but it called to me.

You may wish to go back to my August 10, 2015 post called "Sailing", which is a nice overview of my early sailing experiences. It was also written shortly after the unexpected death of my youngest brother, who was an avid sailor. I am kind of shocked, looking back, that my references to him there were rather brief and oblique. I was still in shock, and as many of you know, I have actively tried not to talk much about other people, even family, because of wanting to protect people's privacy at least to some degree. Coming from such a narcissistic family environment, I continue to cringe at the possibility that it's only my own self-involvement that propels this blog forward...but as a woman who still feels she hasn't often been "heard", I plow ahead as best I can, with as much of a bigger perspective as I can.

So, sailing. The Goddess. As ever, why did I add it to my list twenty years ago? 

I spoke in that post about how I never formally "learned" how to sail or skipper a boat...I learned about it serving as crew during sailboat races. I learned to watch the water for evidence of gusts, watch the tell-tales for minute-to-minute changes in the wind, feel the tension on the jib sheet in my hands, and simply watch the sky, the other boats, the skipper's stance -- everything that was happening around me. Sailing can be a classroom for becoming observant, fast (yet usually sensitive) in responding, and becoming connected to the power of Nature. It's great to be part of a means of transportation that is so directly powered by the wind,

So with today's eyes, it seems clear that there is a Goddess facet to sailing skills. We are in a time of unprecedented change and rapid spiritual ascension, literally, entering the Age of Aquarius. Watching (literally or metaphorically) the way the wind is blowing, being sensitive in handling the jib, being ready and willing to change course and "come about" -- all these sailing skills may be more important than ever. None of us can guarantee continual smooth sailing as we move forward, no matter what...but I think staying aligned in Love and the values of the Goddess may at least make for a smoother path into the emerging age.

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.

Healing

Oddly enough, the word "healing" is not on my old list of Goddess words. In this lifetime, I have been fortunate enough -- most of the time -- not to need to focus on issues of illness and healing. I always found the Gospel stories, with their many healing miracles, rather curious. Strange. Illness hadn't been the main catalyst for my spiritual growth, although I know it can be for many, and I never quite resonated with those miracles.

Until now. I guess it stands to reason that at such an important crossroads for humanity, little old me would experience a medical challenge. It is something I had no choice but to pursue "traditional" modern treatment for, and willingly. And yet as that treatment seems to be working only partially or slowly, I fall back on what I learned thirty years ago when my mostly-no-health-insurance-mostly-no-health-care journey started -- our medical construct, like the majority of our institutions, is duality-based. It is based on fighting disease, thus, essentially, conflict and violence. True, most of us don't want to think of it that way, and when faced with a condition of any magnitude, we want to fight! We want to overcome illness and be well. If modern medicine can remove the problem, or the pain, or the discomfort, then "hell, yes!", right?

And yet I know now, as I did weeks ago and indeed decades ago, that the Goddess meant it when She told me She would never ask me to fight against (or for) anyone or anything. If everything is created by the Goddess, if everything is the Goddess, then there is no "enemy", no "disease", to speak of. Attempts to fight -- even in this context -- may only maintain or expand the "illness".

Even for me, this is still pretty mind-blowing...which may be why this particular challenge has come so late in my journey and also at the dawn of an all-Love Age of Aquarius. Because I am pretty sure most aspects of our duality-based science and medicine models will soon be turned on their heads. There is nothing to fight. There is contrast, yes. There are different colors, hues, and tints, yes. But nothing to fight.

Real healing, true healing, can only happen from this point forward in an environment of all-Love, complete self-acceptance, and complete acceptance of others. Yes, releasing old toxins, impurities, blockages, frustrations and anger is necessary, as they have been the roots of most illness. We need to bring our bodies forward with us as we awaken and unify. As Love floods the world, old pain will rise up and dissipate. At the moment, I am trying my best to walk this very path.

Perhaps some of you are also facing medical issues, or the frustration of only partial healing, and if so, hang in there. Try whenever possible to align with Love, with your true self, and with your most powerful link to the Divine. Listen for intuitive leadings. If you are like me, this may happen only in fits and starts. If you are like me, you may not yet be "ascended" enough to create an instantaneous healing event, much as many of us grasp that such things are possible. I've struggled the last few days with a sense of spiritual failure...I've been on such an intense spiritual journey all these years, why can't I heal faster? This is old talk, but it is rising up like other toxins to be dispersed into the ether. I am as good as I can be, and becoming more aligned with the Goddess every day. I am healing, and it is an ongoing process using old and new methods. 

I also wanted to report having recently seen a face filled with such love, acceptance, and good-humor that I was bowled over. While I think this was this person's natural state (and that it was not directed explicitly at me), the energy of it almost literally "branded" me. It's like, wow, finally! This is what Love looks like and feels like! On hard days, I need to remember it, and use it as a healing touchstone.

Goddess Words 52: Decisiveness

The ability to make a decision and follow through with it.

 I don't know whether it is about the particulars of my journey or being a woman in our macho culture. But "decisiveness" has been a really hard quality to embody, except on a handful of occasions, all of which have involved getting myself to England! But overall, my sense of being a person who gets to make my own decisions is, even today, quite wobbly. Women of my age grew up seeing few women in the public eye, which gave us the message that we would have little agency, even for things like property ownership, credit, and work. This seemed to "change on a dime" when I was about 15 (and the new message was, we women could do anything we wanted with our lives). But of course, what we didn't realize as teenagers is that the culture at large hadn't changed on a dime, and here we are, about 55 years later, and I still have never really, fully, accepted my own agency. And when you haven't got agency, it is hard to be decisive. 

Most of our lives have been further complicated by the need or desire to help others, or create families; I've been far more independent than most of my friends, and husband and children never entered the picture, but I also didn't believe in our system enough to thrive in it, making decisiveness and commitments requiring money (!) a challenge. So many of my friends have told me they still don't know what they would have wanted to do with their lives (and be decisive about), if they had been totally free. Decisiveness is a muscle, perhaps, and many of us just never had the opportunity to practice using it enough. As I approach 70, however, I realize that this is the moment for decisiveness and commitment way beyond the level I have yet achieved. To represent the Goddess (and Her Love) unwaveringly in a world that has lost its mind will require singlemindedness of the highest order.

The hardest part is watching as increasing numbers of people (and a large percentage of them women) are being stripped of all agency. Of every measure of freedom and income and health and shelter. I shouldn't be stunned by how energetically some people relish stripping others of their humanity, of their ability to make their own life decisions, but I am stunned, sick to my stomach, and furious. I realize that my own fears around decisiveness and commitment may stem from a lifetime of sensing this shadow looming over us, ready to pounce. It is actively hard not to fight back, but I can only use my power to create a love-filled future.

Is this why am I so committed to the Goddess, especially now? Yes, because Her paradigm may be the only one humanity hasn't seriously tried for untold generations. Because Her paradigm may be the only one that completely embraces the power of women and the importance of women. Twenty years ago, why did I add "decisiveness" to my Goddess list? Probably in the hopes that She might teach me to focus and act more decisively. At this stunning moment, I think She, herself, is being decisive --  Earth's people must now rise above fear, conflict and selfishness, period. I feel very emotional thinking about this. She knows that the only future for the Universe is Love, and She is committed. Now we must commit to Love as well. We must join her in our decisiveness, and only focus on Love. Only create using Love. I don't know why this is making me cry, but it is. Goddess bless us all.

Libraries

...as in, thank the Goddess for libraries, as long as they may last. My life has been so punctuated by times where the library was my only access to a computer (not to mention the pandemic year when I had neither computer nor library access, thus the opposite of most people's COVID experience!)

I have tried to start every morning with five minutes (yes, a mere five minutes!) of meditation, trying to access the highest level of love and joy that I can. Some mornings I have been successful, and some mornings less so. Yesterday, for instance, I turned on my timer and basically fell back asleep sitting up. Yet later in the day, I experienced around twenty minutes (over two stretches) of what I can only call joy or bliss. It was extraordinary. Here I am, still not completely well, antsy to move my life along, and hardly feeling aligned and in a state of inner peace, yet I somehow tapped into "it" -- maybe with the help of that photo I posted yesterday. I am immensely grateful to find myself getting to that place with no reference (or reverence) to outside influences. Somehow in the midst of it all, my inner channel must be clearing out.

Happy weekend everyone. I won't be joining in the scary celebrations this evening -- tomorrow is scary enough. I hope to get back to you within the next four or five days, by which time 3I Atlas will have flown by Venus, which in spite of myself, I can't help but be curious about! Take care!

New Paradigm Image

 

This seems like the energy of joy and wonder that we are all seeking. 

(In "reality", it is washed plastic bags drying in the sun.) 

It's Interesting

It's interesting. It is a foggy morning, having clearly dropped to 32 degrees last night. As the sun is rising, the light frost and dew are thawing and steaming. I went out for a walk wearing orange, and had to edge far into the narrow shoulder to avoid the traffic. 

Fog has certainly been a good metaphor for me recently, because truly, this has been the most mystifying transition for me of all the ones I remember. I think I have relied these last few moves on going "back" to places that perhaps I hadn't completely finished with, but once I re-visited several old places this summer, it became clear that that phase of my life is done. When I make the next transition, I hope the last major one, I believe it will be in a new way, to a new (or newer) place or situation.

However, in an interesting example of the "fork in the road" I spoke about the other day, at the very moment when I am also hoping to upgrade this blog somewhat, the Universe has stepped in with a tech challenge that I'll need to address soon. Over the next few weeks, I may have to focus on the basics and write a little less regularly while I make some decisions...it seems fitting in a way that as we leave the Age of Pisces and enter the Age of Aquarius -- and as I anticipate that I am transitioning to a new reality -- I need to make a change in this area as well. As ever, one of my guiding questions will be, "What would the Goddess do?" "What will be the best solution for doing the work of the Goddess?" Those questions increasingly help me cut through the fog.

What I Am and Am Not Writing About

Today I am expanding a bit on something I said last time. 

This has been an astonishing year. I don't have to tell you that. Astonishing, horrifying, flabbergasting. The wigging out that I anticipated as new waves of genuine Love enter our world is happening, big-time. For the sake of anyone new who might have discovered this blog, I wanted to say once again that, in not often writing about or analyzing world and national events, it is not a case of sticking my head in the sand. Hey, I am a former Time Inc-er. I listen to or watch the news at least once a day. I get exactly what is happening.

It's just that at going on 70 (my how this year has flown!), I am not willing to honor certain kinds of people and events with my attention. Whatever is left in this lifetime, whether five years or 35 years, will only be spent focusing on my values and the people and events in my "world". Earlier in my life, it was hard to avoid being clay in the hands of men, institutions and a cruel economy -- when I wasn't an unsuccessful pot being tossed out into the trash! As hard as I tried to be the subject of my own story, to form my own beautiful ceramic creations, I was rarely successful (except, arguably, here!)

When I turn my astonishment 180 degrees, to the emerging Aquarian age and the Love energy that is flooding our world, I know that if ever there were a time to be my own heroine, it is now. If there was ever a time to carefully focus my energies and words, it is now. As a child of extreme narcissism, it is a challenge every day to write mainly about my own process, my own path. But if these posts have helped even one other woman discover her own inner mystic, then writing every hard-won post will have been worth it. As I become clearer and clearer and more solid, and as the Aquarian era becomes clearer and clearer and more solid, it will simply stop mattering how shambolic the old paradigm becomes. There will literally not be something to write about.

I guess I just wanted my readers to know I am not completely clueless. Why I am worrying about that now, over ten years on, I don't know!

Forks in the Road

If all had gone as planned, I would have been attending an out-of-town event this weekend that I had felt strongly led to attend. My medical situation forced me to cancel, and so there's that interesting moment where you wonder...why did I feel so called to sign up, only to have to cancel? Usually when faced with a fork in the road, it feels like an active choice...should I take road A or road B? You stand at the crossroads, scratching your head, thinking about the relative merits of the two paths, and then make a decision and hope you have made the best one. 

But sometimes the Universe makes that choice for you. I personally never think that it's an "accident", althoughI know some people do...in this case, I feel sure that the enforced quieter time was for a reason, both to sink into the joy of taking pictures of these auras that I have started to share with you, and perhaps to personify the "Great Void", the place from which the Great Mother creates. 

Hmmm...that phrase I just used. "Sink into joy." Most of us think of joy as a higher energy, something to aspire to, rise up and feel from a higher place. So why did I say this? I guess I'm increasingly feeling connected to the energies deep in the earth, and deep within myself, and recognize that to fully inhabit such a beautiful emotion means spreading both down and up, out and in. I have felt short moments of unexpected joy this week, which considering everything (particularly our world and national situations) is surprising. But I think it's a case of, when I was a child, Love and not-Love were completely tangled up, but now that I'm older, I clearly see the difference, and I don't feel any desire whatsoever to inhabit or focus on the space of not-Love. My world vibrates at a certain energy, and whenever there are forks in the road, may I choose the path closest to that vibration.

My Love Language

 

At the risk of becoming a bit of a "Johnny One-Note", I'm including another photograph where my camera seems to pick up a dramatic aura around the sun's rays. In fact, you may well see more over the next few weeks, because in the midst of this void that I am in, this strange limbo cum health hiatus, attempting to capture this effect is the first thing that has passionately grabbed me. 

Here is the odd thing. My "real" camera doesn't seem to capture these halos. My flip phone camera may simply be made of cheaper materials or have a dirtier lens. Whatever, I don't care. At this brief moment in time, I am finding it thrilling.

And here is the important thing...something words cannot really express, although I had started in a few previous blogs to do so. Energetically, these photographs share a common energy -- almost an identical energy -- to my beloved choral evensong repertoire, and related a cappella choral music. This is the visual equivalent to the "O Lord, in Thee have I trusted" moment towards the end of the Howells Collegium Regale "Te Deum". Or the entire Tallis "Spem in Alium". Or almost any page of music from many evensong services or commonly-sung anthems. For me, anyway, when people refer to entering the Aquarian age, or the age of all-Love, this is the energy I feel throughout my body, and see in my heart, and hear in my inner ear. This is what Love feels like, looks like, sounds like. 

I've stumbled upon my Love language, I guess, and will do my best in upcoming weeks to continue to express it in as many wider ways as I can. If I find this "common energy" in yet other forms, I'll try to bring them to you immediately, even if I haven't worked out a more polished way of doing so!

Another New Moon

I haven't slept well recently, and this morning I have been up since about 1:30 AM, so I finally decided, it's a new moon, so why not really do something "new" and get up and write -- and in addition, change the format and color of my blog slightly. I mean, this is pathetic -- minor changes...not reflective of what apparently is the actual power of this new moon...but it feels quite dynamic to start the day so very differently.

One thing I am realizing, in the brutal honesty of 4:30 AM, is that I am bored. And I think I've been bored much of the time in this lifetime. If I am "Aquarian" on as many levels as I think I am, then it was always boring (if you will) to deal with the dying civilization of the Piscean age. I've done my best, but I've rarely been fully engaged, in my element, full of life. So at this pivotal moment in the world's evolution, absolutely all my old kinds of options feel like closed doors. Most of my activities have lost their luster, or I can only do them for very limited periods of time. I had planned a new adventure later this week, but then a bodily illness jumped in to cancel that plan. Hmm...

On occasion, I have said that life felt like a long bright hallway with a lot of doors, only one of which I could open at a given crossroad. But this morning early, I seem to have even less actual agency. I feel more like I'm in a fragile paper bag, and the Goddess is carrying me somewhere completely, utterly new, and when I get there, the bag will open and I will fly out -- my earthbound self having had no choice in the matter whatsoever. I will still be on this planet and in this lifetime, but "flying" more freely and with more integrity, and in a completely new landscape, literally and figuratively.

The other day, I found yet another beautiful little bird's feather on the ground, light grey with a small patch of orange-y pink. I've looked online, but can't find images that match it, so perhaps this is my wing. My transportation when the bag opens, perhaps in another new moon, or two or three.

Another Week

Another week, in what may be the strangest, hardest year in all our lifetimes. If the astrologers are right, it will be an eventful week. This essay is definitely a "miscellany", but I've used that title too many times!

On Saturday, I stayed home. I simply had to because of my health situation, but I probably would have anyway because I just do not seem to have it in me to do anything "against" anything. But I honor the many millions who went out -- all of us made different agreements about our roles in this lifetime, and I believe everyone (bar none) is doing their best to play their role. 

Part of my personal role is to be as honest as I can possibly be in these posts, and I have to confess to some rare envy surfacing. Some of the astrologers and other New Age people I am following online are so far ahead of me in terms of their ability to function as experts. They are being heard, in a word. After all these years, I still don't yet know what that would feel like, musically, or in terms of speech. And another little dose of envy surfaced...I had a meander around Schenectady's most historic district, with its charming 200-to-300-year-old houses. If I had had a more normal life and career, and had found my way back to the Capital District, it is where I would have wanted to live. Again, a smidgeon of envy tormented me. I mean, I know why I couldn't function in our economy, and I have come to accept that so many factors have, in effect, priced me out of such a life. And I know perfectly well that within a short time, "normal" life of any kind will probably be impossible. Still, I find myself longing for one year -- even one month -- of that world or something equivalent. It's a pointless exercise (I've lived the experience that I agreed to for this lifetime!) but, yup, I'm human. And its not fair to myself or to readers to pretend that I am untouched by the emotions and "failings" we may all hope to be moving beyond.

I am reminded this morning that no matter how unsettled and unconventional my journey has been, it has been more comfortable by far than that of millions of people around the globe. It is hard to express exactly what emotion is surfacing about that...it's almost like "words cannot express"...

Also, I'm feeling extraordinary sadness that we are all being so bombarded by hatred. I try to pivot as quickly as possible from sadness and even anger into the place of joy and unity that we are heading into, but it is hard. I am trying to remind myself that the intensity of this negativity is in part what will make people start choosing all-Love. 

And as for "stamina", I still don't have enough stamina to continue my discussion of that word!

I received a precious gift the other day, a set of Goddess-centered oracle cards, and one of them illustrates "The Great Void" as a seated Goddess with the Universe in her belly. That is my card for this week. Another week. Another incredible week.

Goddess Words 51: Stamina

This is going to be short today. (How's that for irony, when the topic is "stamina"?!) 

Yes, in the midst of this medical thing I am dealing with, I knew that the best, most constructive thing I could possibly do for myself, the world, and the Goddess, is to present another word on my list. And the only one that seemed to fit the day is "stamina" -- having the power to endure and sustain for the long term. 

Wow, thinking back to the mid-2000's, I am trying to imagine why I considered this a Goddess word. My journey since working in the corporate world had been long and circuitous, and had required a level of strength and stamina that I probably didn't even know I had. But by today's standards, life "back then" was somewhat less tumultuous, and, of course, I was twenty years younger. 

Perhaps I knew that to survive these many generations of neglect, the Goddess Herself has needed a level of stamina that we humans cannot possibly even fathom. Gaia has also needed immeasurable stamina to survive as a planet. Sometimes I am up to the task of envisioning how the Great Mother would think or feel, but today, not so much...so instead, I'll just focus on the extraordinary stamina of human women. All over the world, we are facing unprecedented challenges, and most of us are doing it with strengths that we didn't even know we had. We are enduring. We are persisting.

That's all for now. Perhaps I'll do a "PS" next time! 

Of Things Medical

As so often happens on this Liz path, I "spring ahead" and then all-too-soon "fall back". (From what I understand, this is pretty common for people on any kind of intensive spiritual journey.)  Late last week, I was pretty excited about having inched up the creative scale by including a photograph in this blog, and I was looking forward to one or two upcoming events that would be spiritually reinvigorating.

Within hours, I was thrust into a medical situation which has drained all my time and energy. Yes, it is something affecting me, and yes, it is something relatively easily dealt with. But when post-duality me has to deal with our health care system, it's an enormous challenge. I'll go so far as to say it is traumatizing. It is nearly impossible for me to get into a place of any kind of fighting, even "fighting illness", a concept that even today is core to our modern notion of healing. My brain and soul are straining to operate in an all-Love, new paradigm way, but my old paradigm body and the system I have almost no choice but to turn to, tend to operate the opposite (although my body is doing an extraordinary job of learning!) On a few occasions these last few years, I have just had to do my best to explain to my body that we needed to take such-and-such a step, to bear with me. I asked my system to do its best to zig zag through old and new paradigm thinking to bring healing as quickly as possible.

One thing I cannot help but do, especially in these times, is think in metaphor. As a woman, I watch Gaia struggling for sovereignty, and to excrete toxins, and I see that same process happening within me. A few times these last few days, I simply sat crosslegged and tried to envision total, immediate and complete healing. I'm not evolved enough yet to heal myself that quickly, but do I believe it is theoretically possible? Yes. And if at this crucial moment in time, I needed to experience some pain in order to accompany other pain-filled people on their paths forward, I warmly accept that role.

It's not going to be possible to attend at least one upcoming event that I had thought would be catalytic. Yes, I am disappointed. But I've been on this journey long enough to know that it's possible I've moved too quickly and no longer need that step. Perhaps another more appropriate step is unfolding in its place, in the silence and enforced stillness. This week became more of a Void than I anticipated, yet after a rocky few days, I welcome the emptiness and will listen as intently as I can to its messages. Crow came to me in an oracle card, and when I finally got out for a walk this morning, about half-a-dozen of them flew out of the trees and cawed a greeting. I greeted them back. I'm (as ever) glad to be alive.

A New Light

 

Well, I did it. While this doesn't yet represent a major change in the direction of being more multi-media, it is (I think) only the second time I've published a photograph. This one was taken a week or so ago on my flip phone, and it made a slightly circuitous route into this blog, but I'm making progress. And my actual camera does still work, but doesn't yet communicate with my computer. Lastly, after taking a few stabs at illustrations and the concept of animation, I'm on the fence because it's not energetically rich enough or colorful enough for what I am trying to accomplish. It's all about the transmission of energy right now. So, onwards and upwards.

The reason I have liked my little flip phone camera is that in the right light, it captures these auras, or reflections, or whatever they are, making the image seem truly alive. I do believe (as I said last time) that we are entering an era that will be characterized by a new quality of light, and love, and truth, and if we take our focus off the circus fanfare, here it is! In front of our very eyes! The sun hitting the vase just right, the sunset a color of reddish-purple that you've never seen before, even finding that you can see in the dark better than you used to.

I'm a little embarrassed to say that my "crawling in the grass" experiment was a little unsuccessful. Well, a lot unsuccessful, due to my own inability to relax and not worry about whether anyone would see me. In fact, I quickly pulled out the ol' cell phone in order to be seen to be doing something "valid" -- taking a picture. Having said that, I got a brief up-close view of a clump of weeds that was surprising and interesting, so I'll keep pushing the envelope in this regard as well. Heck, if all else fails, I'll offer you a series of photos from ground level. It's not quite the same as being a young child with no agenda but to crawl around and explore the world, but it has given me an ever-so-slight change of perspective, which is helpful at this tumultuous watershed time.

Rock on, folks. In the midst of "it all", just do one new thing this weekend, or see one old thing in a new light.

Uncovering

I guess the best way to almost guarantee that few people will read your next blog post is to announce that you have uncovered another layer of anger! We'll see what happens...

So, thinking back on childhood, and the fact that I wasn't aware of nature, has been the source of a new stream of sadness and even rage. And this goes beyond the specifics of my particular family, really. The bigger question is, in American society at large, have youngsters ever been taught to respect Nature or to take a loving interest in animals, plants, insects and birds? The answer was probably "no" 70 years ago, and undoubtedly still is. I won't make any larger generalizations except to say that with our country's leadership role in the world, it is tragic beyond belief that we've encouraged a focus on human progress to the almost complete exclusion of the needs of Earth, our solar system, and beyond. Watching what we are doing (or plan to do) to Earth's waters, skies, the moon, and the planets -- yes, it makes me actively angry. I've stuffed a yearning for the Love of the Great Mother so far down in my system, and tumbled around so long in a loveless black hole of narcissism, that I've been numb, to this day. Feeling anger is at least a relief!

I mean, what haunts me is little girl me. Let's say my mom did let me loose in the back yard to crawl around on the grass. Putting aside her inability to take an active teaching role, and putting aside the fact that by this time, I was probably already nearsighted (I needed glasses by age 5) -- how is it humanly possible that my little eyes didn't notice the butterflies, or the lines of ants, or the texture of the different kinds of grasses? How, until very recently, did I have no curiosity about the natural world? Why did I feel so detached from it? Why did I seem to feel that it didn't matter, just as I didn't matter? Why did I spend a lifetime trying to engage almost exclusively with the entities that clearly did matter, and measure my worth in that context? The answers are self-evident. The paradigm in place dictated what should be valued, and little girls, butterflies, and Nature's importance/sovereignty, weren't valued per se. Sometimes when I become aware of my anger, I don't know whether it is on my account, or on behalf of the Goddess. Perhaps it is both.

In the last decade, I have uncovered so many mother lodes that, if I were a miner, I would be a millionaire by now. This work can seem never ending, and if I didn't firmly believe that we are in the midst of a huge energetic/Love ascension right now, I know I would succumb to complete despair. I'm so exhausted. So exhausted. But I do believe that we are experiencing ascension, and that within a short number of years, Life will be infused with such high levels of Light and Love that we cannot describe it in our current understanding or language. Nature Herself will be ascending at the same time that we do, so we cannot expect the natural world to stay as we remember it from childhood. But if we can uncover our childlike Love and wonder in the face of Nature, and focus on the feeling of respect and awe, She will be our companion as we all rise.

I'm going to go out later when it warms up a little (autumn weather has finally arrived!) and crawl on the grass, and just see what I see. Glasses on. I don't care who sees me. I'll describe the experience next time.

But this IS surprising...

Surprising thing A is that I am writing this in the afternoon Tuesday, not my normal time. (But proofing and publishing today, Wednesday.)

I just had the privilege of being given the opportunity to consider what nature was like at the house where I grew up. Was I aware of it? Of animals, birds, insects, weather events, and so forth? In an initially rather sad outgrowth of what I wrote the other day, I had to be honest with myself and say, the answer to that question is a decided "no". Some children make intense connections with wildlife, the landscape, or the elements, through games or imaginary worlds, particularly when their home life is rocky. But my parents themselves didn't really have a relationship with the nature, and I didn't grow my own connection independently, at least early on. "Experiencing the out-of-doors" was wading in our plastic wading pool, pedaling my tricycle down the cracked cement driveway...and you've heard the story about my making a fairy tea set with my grandmother (see May 3, 2016). Did I notice hawks and cardinals, or rabbits scurrying for cover, or caterpillars, or spider's webs? Did I notice the wind, or the power of a heavy snowfall, or the aroma of cut hay from nearby fields? No. I can remember half-a-dozen of the specific books on my parents' living room shelf, including Rachel Carson's Silent Spring and Winston Churchill's History of the English-Speaking Peoples (I guess I was fated to be an anglophile!) I remember the placement of every single item of furniture in the house. But we had no pets, and the outside world's "pets" were beyond my ken.

So here is Surprising thing B. The suggestion was made that I consider whether the wildlife near our house noticed me! I was a beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed baby girl, and I assume that from time to time, my mother took me out in a stroller or to crawl in the grass. Did little squirrels peek out at me from under a bush? Did eagles study me from above, or did the trees feel a warm sense of wanting to protect me from the wind? I mean, this has opened up a door to the possibility that, instead of being terribly alone as a child, I had a community of loving -- or at least curious -- animals, plants and insects around me, keeping me safe, caring, wondering how I would turn out. Even more than my parents, local wildlife may have valued my presence. What an amazing thought!

I feel badly that I was so clueless back then, so I guess all I can do is thank this wild population in the present. These days I actively talk with birds and squirrels, and take pictures of nature's beauty. Someday soon, maybe I will actually stop by the house, which is still there, even if just to thank that big tree that served to shelter a fairy tea party...

(And in true "Lizpath" style, yesterday's rich considerations have uncovered another vein of sadness and anger. Next time.)

Not Surprising...

I guess it is not surprising, in the wake of so much earth intensity and personal growth, that a hard moment would enter the mix. As part of what started out as a fairly innocuous conversation the other day, some of my family's demons rose to the surface, and I have had -- at the very least -- to acknowledge their continuing potential to cause me pain. 

This isn't something I could illustrate with art, photography, or music (even if I had pulled all those strings together already) so all I will do today is express again the message I received early in this lifetime and often: you are not worthy of our attention, financial support, or love. Period. Full stop. Yes, I was fed and housed through high school, attended private school and college, and seemed to benefit from the 1960's Capital District infrastructure that I currently see around me in its 21st century iteration. On the surface, it was a good American start in the world. But way deep down, there was no "there" there in this little nuclear family. There was no actual top-down Love, and the person who could be blamed for everything was not only blamed, but deep-sixed. The person with probably the greatest ability to love was ostracized. I mean, this first happened on my "birth day", and then over and over from then on, and the psychic pain is immeasurable. I keep thinking that I've done as much healing work as I can, but clearly I have not. 

What is so traumatizing about our current time is seeing the very same impulse playing out on the larger stage. Perhaps it was "the human condition" of the previous paradigm to leave unwanted people in the psychic wilderness or kill them off. But that sorry paradigm is coming to a rapid close. The Age of Aquarius has started. The Goddess is in the ascendant, and such activities will rapidly become obsolete. In the future, we will never do such things to our children, any of our children. 

This is the moment for some of us to address past trauma and pain, and make a final push to heal. Wounds may be manifesting as physical pain, emotional pain, or a combination of the two, and obviously some measure of active healing cannot hurt. But I also think we are going through the portal into an era where, literally, a lifetime of slights can no longer hurt us. If, in the past, other people chose to operate from a place of non-Love, their choices can no longer hurt us. By next year, 2026, it will be time to move forward without the heavy load of past grief. It is time to completely let go.

I know how important I am. This is not ego, or narcissism, or power-hungriness, it is simply understanding that when you are a facet of the great Goddess, you cannot possibly be "unimportant" or "unworthy". It is time for all of us to start resonating with new words like "worthy", "extraordinary" and "brilliant". And it is time to see what life is like when it reverberates those energies back to us!

"Spem in Alium"

Last night, I couldn't sleep properly for a variety of reasons, not the least of which was perseverating on the news. At midnight, I turned on my local classical music station just in time to hear the very beginning of a piece I have sung only once, but feel I know to the core of my being, Thomas Tallis's "Spem in Alium", the haunting 40-voice motet. (Oddly, and it must have been the lack of sleep, I spent several bars thinking, "Is this 'Spem in Alium'?" before realizing that of course it was.) 

By the end of the piece, in ten minutes or so, I sat up and thought something that, unbelievably, I don't think I have ever thought or said before. And that is: it is completely unacceptable that I have lived a life largely separated from this music, which is energetically me. (And of course, I don't mean just "Spem in Alium", or Howells's "Collegium Regale" or Parry's "I Was Glad" or Harris's "Faire is the Heaven" or Byrd's "Sing Joyfully"...or any one of thousands of pieces and services that are part of the English cathedral repertoire.) It is unacceptable that I was always an ocean away, or a gender away, or a nationality away, or whatever it was that pulled me apart from myself. And as much as I hope the next few weeks and months finds me incorporating this music and my visual arts skills into my self-expression in a more effective way, that is still arguably window-dressing. This tradition is me, the core of me. This is my music, my primary form of beauty, my primary form of spirituality, my energetic vibration. It is my primary form of "religious" expression, despite a personally expanded theological context. "Spem in Alium" means, essentially, "Only in Thee, O Lord, do I put my trust" -- if at this moment I dedicate my love for this music to the feminine face of God, I get to do that. I am 69 years old, it has been a journey and a half to stay alive, and I get to do that.

Needless to say, I was finally able to get to sleep. Then, to wake up and hear that Sarah Mullally has been named the first woman Archbishop of Canterbury...what synchronicity. Or is it?!

All I will say today...

All I will say today is that what we are seeing in front of our eyes isn't the tragedy (as I am sure I've said before). The tragedy is the dualistic paradigm that humans have lived with for so long. The tragedy has been believing that strife is necessary and winning is possible, in any situation. The good news is that we are growing out of duality -- into a more unified, less conflict-driven mode.  This is the proverbial dawning of the Age of Aquarius, as little as it may look like it some days. More and more people will come to realize that the only antidote to hatred, fear, and conflict is Love. And much as I, at least, cannot begin to love certain people or situations, I trust and embrace what I believe of the process, which is bringing more Love to all life in the universe. All I can do today is be as loving as possible in as many situations as possible, to align with that greater Love.

(It's still not clear whether my old camera, which I did find, will be compatible enough to use for sharing photographs, so I'll keep you posted on that.)

Go Big and/or...

As I look forward to a fuller, more rounded way of expressing my thoughts about Goddess energy and values, something beyond written essays two-to-four times a week, an expression keeps coming to me: "Go big or go home". We've all heard this so often in a variety of contexts, sports, entertainment, business, and (I assume) military. It's meant to encourage the fullest possible effort toward success, and the avoidance of returning shamefully home with one's "tail between one's legs", yet another colorful idiom. Either succeed big or fail utterly.

In recent years, I have joked with myself that, having never had a permanent home in the modern sense of the word, I have no choice but to "go big". Up until now, each post I've published has been "big" in the sense of moving beyond my comfort zone into a new level. Up until now, I guess that was as big as I could manage. Contemplating going even bigger, I realize that I need to tweak the saying a bit! Each step forward has been a step closer to home, to alignment with Goddess values and a sense of unity, oneness, and self-actualization. (The old saying is so painfully duality-based; it's either/or.) The home I am on the path to is way beyond that duality, and the trauma caused by duality. By "going big" I am "going home". They are one, not mutually exclusive.

This morning, I've decided that the easiest and most doable first step toward adding visual or musical facets to this blog (and my expression of the Goddess generally) is  to find my old camera, which recently surfaced and I decided to keep. I haven't used it in at least a decade, and I may need to take it somewhere to be checked out. But my flip-phone photographs don't appear to be transferrable to my computer, and I take pretty good nature images which I'm not currently using to the fullest. If I use the camera rather than my phone when I see one of Nature's wonders, it will be easier to periodically add these images to my blog. And in order to do that, I may need to change the overall look of this blog. For most people of the 21st century, this would be a quick no-brainer. For me, it's a huge initial step, and it may take a few weeks, but it is time. 

Go big and go home.

Goddess Words 50: Rocking

Wow. My fiftieth Goddess word. When I started presenting these words in 2022, I surely thought that I would have exhausted my list by now, but having presented only about one or two a month, there are still many to go. And from where I am "at" today, simply presenting a list of words doesn't seem like an adequate way to create a new society. Yet when I think of them as energetic building blocks, it begins to seem like a more viable foundation.

So my first word in July of 2022 was Love, not surprisingly. Today's is "rocking". An interesting trajectory! Love -- the real thing -- can certainly rock a person, an institution or an object.

Most of the definitions I see start with the traditional sense of gentle movement back and forth, as in rocking a cradle. I wonder if modern mothers ever use old-fashioned cradles or rocking chairs? They must...varieties are sold, although some of them don't require mom's presence or impetus. When I added this word to my list twenty years ago, I was thinking of the old-fashioned motherly facet of the Goddess: a being who would lovingly, gently, rock me in her arms or a cradle, and make everything all right. Part of this is that I don't remember having been rocked as a child in this lifetime, and perhaps few children have that active memory. I don't have the muscle memory either. Having stayed single, hugs and cradling of any kind have been a rarity -- giving or receiving. And of course, it isn't just a case of wanting the physical sensation of being touched, rocked, comforted, or cherished -- it is about the love behind it. I yearn for a sense of the divine's expression of Love, closeness and immanence, not the traditional distant entity in the sky!

Of course, the definitions go on to speak of back-and-forth movement of any kind, even more violent. It's a bit of a stretch to move from a mother rocking her baby in a rocking chair, to a mother and child being literally rocked off their furniture or out of the house with the force of an enemy explosion or attack. In this situation, gentleness has been turned on its head, replaced by rocking as a means of spreading fear, death, and power over. I don't believe that human-made extreme events causing rocking (bombs, war, razing tall buildings, explosions involved in construction and mining, even fireworks and loud automobile back-firings) are the realm of the Goddess. I suspect they make her weep almost inconsolably.

But rocking happens in yet another context, of course, one that is becoming increasingly common and intense, and that is earthquakes and volcanos. When these events are looked at from our limited human view of staying safe, it can seem as if Nature is attacking us. Tragically, we are all so addicted to conflict energy and terminology, it is hard to get beyond it. But looked at completely from the standpoint of the Goddess, of Mother Earth having a body which She is the sovereign of, the weather and geological pictures become more nuanced. The Earth is growing and changing right now, as are we. She is stretching, trying to rid herself of old toxins, realigning Herself for the work ahead. She is alive and sentient, and hopes that we will be reminded of that as the earth opens up and the old foundations rock and the lava flows! As hard as it is to fathom, this is Her expression of Love. Her way of guaranteeing that this planet, so very dear to Her, will remain viable and flexible, and survive as a place supportive of Life. 

And that gets us back to Love being something that rocks us. While in a sense I don't know what I am talking about (from my experiences in this lifetime, anyway), I've finally reached the point where I understand how thoroughly I will be rocked by the reality when I do experience it. (OMG! I said "when", not "if"!) Human or divine, genuine Love both gently cradles us, and rocks us to the core.

 

A Memory

As I go through this process of inwardly going "belly up" -- that is to say, finally realizing my need to use all my creative skills to express my inner spiritual reality -- a related memory has surfaced which I don't remember fully unpacking here.

When I left New York City (and the corporate world) behind in 1990, I went to Pendle Hill, the Quaker study center outside Philadelphia. It was basically the first time I had experienced Quakerism's classic silent form of worship. I had stopped being involved with church music, and wasn't attending church or cathedral services except once in a blue moon. It had begun to be obvious to me that girls and women would never have a place in that musical tradition, and so I was probably carrying a fairly heavy load of -- what? -- resentment, anger, dismissiveness. Perhaps this factor entered into removing myself to a retreat space offering silent spiritual worship.

I remember the powerful onrush of feelings, sounds, and "sights" around my first few morning meetings. Participants sat in benches around a square open space, and the first ten or fifteen minutes tended to be completely silent. Then, one by one, a few people might stand and say a short message based on their internal leadings -- something they felt compelled by Spirit to say at that moment. Meeting for worship would eventually end when the clerk or another participant reached over to shake the hand of their closest neighbor, and the rest of us would do the same. There was no minister or music (except for the rare occasion when an individual sang a few lines of a song)...there were no processions or readings.

For several weeks, my morning meetings weren't silent, they were almost raucously loud. My brain filled in the silence with hymns, organ preludes and postludes (the louder the better, you know, the Widor Toccata kind of thing!) I would inwardly recite  the 1928 Book of Common Prayer communion service ("Almighty God, unto whom all hearts are open, all desires known, and from whom no secrets are hid..." In fact, I could practically recite the priest's part of the entire service!) I could hear snippets of sermons I had heard over the course of my life, and little bits and pieces of other religious writings, readings, the Psalms, and so forth.

It would take weeks for this cacophony to settle down. Intellectually, I understood that early Quakers had started as a sharp deliberate contrast to the tradition I had grown up with, so I was experiencing in real time what that meant -- replacing outward forms of God and the worship of God with an inner sense of the divine, and inner worship, if you will. Perhaps even those first Quakers had a hard time not hearing organs, singing, and sermons. Sound rushes in to fill the silence at first, that's for sure.

I would finally begin to understand, intellectually, then actively experience, this new reality. It was like a photo negative of my spiritual life to date, but once it took hold, the notion of "that of God within" became firmly rooted. One day, sitting in the silence, I suddenly "heard" a message that needed expressing. My body literally shook ("quaked"), and so I stood up and spoke. I cannot remember what I said, but it was a powerful experience. I think this is when I finally started (started!) the path towards trusting my inner truth, a path that arguably has only now begun to solidify.

And as an example of the latest manifestation of the process: I am grateful for the left brain skill to be able to articulate in words so many of my experiences and observations. But even as I reach the end of this post, I find I have the urge to use a more "right brain" form of expression too, to find a more spontaneous way to express the feelings, the colors, the inner and outer music. This moment in history is shaking it all up, like a snow-globe, with the glitter that's been kind of pushed under the carpet demanding to fly through the air, and be seen.