Thursday, December 23, 2010

The Singular Cannot in Reality Exist


SNOWFLAKES, LEAVES,
HUMANS, PLANTS, RAINDROPS,
STARS, MOLECULES AND
MICROSCOPIC ENTITIES
ALL COME IN COMMUNITIES.

THE SINGULAR CANNOT
IN REALITY EXIST.

~Paula Gunn Allen
Grandmothers of the Light


Of Note: The theme for this blogging year has been interconnectedness, not as theoretical concept to be considered but as Reality to be known. At some point as we tread the Path, the Whole of Life is seen, felt, touched, smelled and heard through the intuitive sixth sense. We simply BE. This state of grace is our Divine Inheritance. Helen Luke noted: "The coming to consciousness is not a discovery of some new thing; it is a long and painful return to that which has always been." Not only are individuals recognizing this fact, but humanity is as well. Thus, individually and collectively we are beginning to get in sync with a new Dance of Life through Love. Rhythmically and ever so slowly the singers are picking up the subtle tune, and the dancers are responding. 2011 will most assuredly be a year of movement toward the movement, and by 2012 we should be well on our way. Many blessings to everyone during this unprecedented Holiday Season and into the New Year!

Today's Weather Report: It is currently 21 degrees Fahrenheit and mild. Very mild. Tonight, I talked to my Minnesota Mom, who lives in the Twin Cities, and she said more snow was expected....that is on top of the 17 to 20 inches they got a week or so ago. None fell here today--so the weathermen were right, and I was wrong. Although I've written this blog every day for several months, I will need to take a few days off because my daughter and her husband are arriving for a Christmas visit from sunny Florida. Time will be short with them so my usual routine will be put aside to take advantage of every minute. Word has it that Benedictine Monks when kept from chanting got melancholy and listless. With daily repetition, chanting became part of who they were. It is similar with this blog--it has come to be a part of my life--but that is where the similarity ends. Rest assured there will be no time for melancholy with my daughter around. She always keeps things hopping.