July 6, 2023

To the poet, to the philosopher, to the saint,
all things are friendly and sacred,
all events profitable, all days holy….”
 Ralph Waldo Emerson

For those of us who wander in many realms of reality, any messages or insights we receive are through signs and symbols and perhaps a general sense of knowing. We are always open to receiving. The challenge is knowing whether there is a true appearing sign, or just the appearance of a sign. Just because a bald eagle swoops low and lands on a branch outside my office window, which happened recently, doesn’t necessarily mean anything. In this case it was just hunting a rabbit. 

My recent journey back from Ireland took five days. It seemed flight cancellations happened just as I had loaded my luggage in the car for the drive to the airport. And it seemed rebooking flights and calling to extend my car hire contract became morning rituals. After more delays, I was able to land in Seattle. However my luggage apparently decided a sleep over in the Newark airport was a good idea. They just got delivered yesterday. In twenty years of traveling to Ireland, I’ve never experienced anything like this. 

Looking for the light of insight in this chaotic unfolding, some have suggested it was perhaps not wise to have purchased the turbulence ring. Other have suggested that Ireland didn’t want to let me go or that I had more to do there before I could fly back to MossTerra. It’s true that the extra days in Ireland afforded me an extraordinary encounter and expanded network. However I’m not convinced that proves any divine influence in this. While it’s tempting to think that the universe and what unfolds is all about me, it’s not. And the ring? Bringing the ring into my life just allowed me to be more prepared for this or any other turbulence. 

Yes. Sometimes there are clear signs of otherworld influences. When we were in ceremony at one of the sacred sites, I was compelled to deliver an individual message to each one gathered in the circle and apparently my eyes turned a bright blue during that time. Happened more than once, actually. Then, when I took a friend to one of the sites at Solstice, he was welcomed to the site by two Druidic figures from an ancient time. 

But sometimes when we think we see signs, they just aren’t there and we are reading way too much into what’s happening. Sometimes it’s just a bald eagle catching a rabbit.  

I agree with Emerson’s perspective. As a spiritual woman, I do believe that all things are sacred and all events are profitable. It’s a matter of discernment about whether we are encountering the true appearance of insights and messages, or whether we are encountering what only appears to be an event or insight or message of profound spiritual significance.  

Appearance. It’s a tricky landscape to navigate. 

Beannacht,
Judith

June 30, 2023

Over the years I’ve taken people up to my favorite craft village just outside Donegal Town. Amazing artists there, including jeweler Niall Bruton. I had taken the May group up only to find his shop closed for family bereavement. So the day before wandering up there with the June group I decided to email him to see if he would be there. He would be. 

When we walked in, everyone immediately gravitated to pieces they would purchase. And there were many. I was immediately drawn to this gold ring. I generally wear silver and the price of the ring was…well, what you would expect for gold. And then there was the name of this piece, Turbulence. So I was curious about my strong attraction to it.

I went for a cup of coffee, thinking that being away from the ring would lessen the attraction. But it didn’t. So I returned to his shop and bought it. He only charged me the price of the gold. As I was leaving he asked that the next time I come up would I please give him more notice. He explained that when he got my email he panicked because he knew he didn’t have enough of the pieces my people generally buy. Seriously? Yes, I’ve been bringing people to his shop for years. But very sporadically.

Niall stayed late into the night creating rings and necklaces. Pieces that were, in fact, all purchased by those with me that day. Amazing. 

Turbulence. Some of those with me were very surprised that I would purchase a ring with that name and energy. Why would I invite that into my life?

Well. With what has been coming through in the last weeks and months, it wasn’t a matter of invitation. The turbulence has already arrived. Purchasing and wearing the ring was symbolic of honoring that arrival and acknowledging that in this turbulent time, new patterns would be created. Patterns of my life, patterns of body, mind, and soul. This ring is about embracing these changes and celebrating these new patterns. And yes, gold is the perfect metal to hold all this. 

Turbulence. Sometimes it’s about dancing with what shows up.

Beannacht,
Judith

June 28, 2023

I sensed changes were coming. And I sensed they would be life changing. So I stopped writing blog posts, thinking I would have something more significant to write about. And I waited. The waiting was hard because I love writing and at the same time know that my best writing comes through me when the time is right. I write because something wants to be written and I kept hoping that some profound insight in the midst of these changes would come through. 

Magical thinking. Because it didn’t, as many of you have observed and commented. Where did she go? An excellent question. Because where I went and where I am and where I’m going…well, there’s no coming back. Nor is there a desire to do so. 

I had a knowing, and perhaps more a hope, that these shifts and changes would become more clear with my time here in Ireland. And they have. And they have not. Because while some changes have landed, others are still arriving and will continue to arrive with a depth and intensity that is profound. There is no roadmap for this journey, no guide books for these new patterns that are unfolding, and for someone who likes to be in control that’s more than a bit unnerving. It’s a complete surrender to Spirit, anchored in the wisdom of my spiritual teachers. 

Now, as I complete my time here in Ireland with some wonderful quiet days for contemplation, listening, and integration, the magical thinking of waiting has shifted to the mystical thinking and knowing that consumes me and wants a voice.

Beannacht,
Judith

March 22, 2023

Yeah. I sat with that myself. But if the poo fits, write about it.

My first week here in Ireland was filled with colleagues, musicians, healers, storytellers, Druids, artists, and time in a new sacred site. Well, beyond ancient but new to me. There was something of an initiatory energy in that sacred landscape that is still unfolding and clearly will continue when I return. Cahercommaun will be a powerful highlight of the Gatherings in May, June, and September.

This week has been filled with neighbors and networks, an electrician, a plumber, and a man who will sort out the septic system here at HazelWood Cottage. I’ve paid our wifi bill for the coming year, decided on the color to paint the cottage, and sorted out the logistics of getting the cottage power washed and painted…basically ticking through the list of things I hoped to accomplish. 

It’s tempting to name only one of these weeks sacred. 

Yet this week has been filled with storytellers and stories. Something inherent in hanging with the Irish. When I was trying to determine when our bathroom was installed, I talked with neighbor Mary who was around then and mentioned that I knew the cottage was built in 1952 and understood the bathroom was added nine years later. “Ah sure, no,” she said. “There were no toilets in Ireland at that time. They didn’t come in until the late 60s and early 70s.” It was a sweeping statement and perhaps not true for all of Ireland, but certainly plausible here in the West where many communities didn’t get electricity until the 80s. I was stunned. I was graduating high school and there were no toilets here? 

Now, our septic system has been a bit dodgy and required the occasional activity of opening up access to the septic pipe near the cottage and shoving 20′ of what was once a chimney brush through it to clear the clog. Not a pleasant task. But when John – I know, interesting name for this project – came to assess the situation he asked how often we needed to rod the system. Rod the system. There’s actually a name for this. Who knew? Ah, the stuff you learn.

Not exactly a sacred week. And yet, in a sense it was absolutely that. If not exactly sacred, absolutely in service to the sacred. For my whole purpose for owning this cottage is to support the sacred work I do here in Ireland, including stewarding the portal in the front garden. As I spend time aligned with the flow of sacred energies here, it’s important that I steward the flow of energies at the cottage. Water, power, and sewage. They all have to flow properly. And that’s what this week has been about. And so yes, sacred sewage.

Beannacht,
Judith

March 7, 2023

Tomorrow I head to Ireland. To be with my tribe. To be with the land. To be with the trees. There, as here at MossTerra, the trees hold such deeply rooted wisdom for us and these times. I travel with the inspiration of Mary Oliver’s The Country of Trees.

Trees.
Some will endure past the counting of years.
And none will ever speak a single word of complaint,
as though language, after all,
did not work well enough, was only an early stage.
Neither do they ever have any questions to the gods–
which one is the real one, and what is the plan.
As though they have been told everything already,
and are content.

Indeed. We have already been told everything. May we be content.

Beannacht,
Judith

February 22, 2023

Provocative perhaps. Yet right now we are living without connectivity and, as we wander through our days with new rhythms, I’m understanding how connection and connectivity have been parallel threads in our lives. It’s been a gift to remember the distinction.

Last Sunday I received a very powerful healing from my spiritual teachers through a zoom call. Immediately after that transmission my zoom connection died here in my office, I had to restart my computer twice, and the wifi modem at the house died. Dennis insists there’s a link, I’m not so sure. But was it just coincidence?

Now, I’m rarely on social media, never on FB, and so spend very little of my day on line except for emails. But we haven’t been able to hop on and check the weather forecast over our morning coffee, Dennis hasn’t been able to watch those art creation videos he so loves, and argh…we are stuck half way through season six of Shetland. 

It took us a bit to come to peace with this loss of internet connectivity. But we soon realized that what we gained was a lovely connection to conversation, unread books, and just being. Admittedly our grace with this is tempered by knowing this is temporary. The new modem will be connected today. But it gives me a good perspective to hold while we climb back into connectivity. The perspective of life with differently meaningful connection. 

Life with connection. Now a richer life.

You might wonder how I’m able to write this post. I do have wifi here in my office. But am more thoughtful and intentional about how much time I spend here. A good thing.

Beannacht,
Judith

February 21, 2023

I’m not. But if I was looking for a name or label for this sacred landscape that is now my life there would be many to choose from. There are threads of resonance in many spiritual traditions and even religions. There is also much accumulated baggage in those traditions as I’ve previously written about and so my choice is to step beyond all of that. There are no words to adequately describe this expansive transcendent energy, so I don’t attempt a description.

So no. I’m not looking for a name or label or description. But if I was, neo-Confucian would be tempting. I’d never even heard of this tradition before reading Karen Armstrong’s latest book, Sacred Nature. That the resonance is so strong is likely tempered by the surprise and delight of discovering the ancient Chinese origins of this wisdom.

Zhang Zai, 1020 – 1077, was the ancient sage who created this sacred path. I use the term sage even though neo-Confucians never claimed to be sages and actually believed that if you think you are a sage, it’s a pretty sure sign that you aren’t one.

The neo-Confucian vision is expressed beautifully in what is known as the Western Inscription because Zhang literally inscribed these words on the western wall of his study.

Heaven is my father and earth is my mother, and even such a small creature as I finds an intimate place in their midst.

Therefore, that which extends throughout all the universe I regard as my body and that which directs the universe I consider my nature. 

The inscription continues with all people are my brothers and sisters and all things are my companions. Things. For the ancient Chinese, ‘things’ had a very different meaning than an inanimate object without life or consciousness. Quite the opposite. For them ‘things’ (wu) was everything around us and they believed it all holds a sacred quality or essence; plants, animals, water, air, earth, stones, and the cosmos.

What Zhang Zai inscribed on his wall is so simple and yet so all encompassing and expansive. There is such elegance in this. Such truth and resonance.

While I’m not looking for a label or name for this journey of mine, Zhang’s words are compelling. A wonderful reminder that the essence of my sacred landscape is just this simple and powerful. 

Beannacht,
Judith

February 17, 2023

Disaster strikes and the bright media spotlight captures our attention…before the news cycle moves on, taking our attention with it. Lucky us that we don’t stay long with the energy of that trauma. But for those at the epicenter, it is months and years before their lives begin to move beyond the trauma of the tragedy.

In the aftermath of California’s recent storms, a washed out bridge would cut off many residents in the small community of Corralitos from food and supplies. But as the rains came down and the bridge washout became eminent, a local resident had a plan. He built a zip line just a day before the bridge was destroyed. Although residents say accessing food and supplies is now a six hour ordeal, the zip line has become their life line. The creek will have to recede before engineers can asses the bridge let alone rebuild it. The zip line won’t be obsolete any time soon.

Governments move slowly, often too slowly to provide a meaningful response. And that’s if they aren’t corrupt. In Turkey, after a quake in 1999 killed more than 17,000 people, an ‘earthquake tax’ was imposed with the intention of providing a disaster relief fund. As the death toll from Turkey’s recent quakes is expected to reach 56,000 according to a UN emergency aid official, that fund estimated at $36 billion is no where to be found. 

When we rely on governments and organizations, those populated with people we don’t know and who don’t know us, to keep us safe we so often find our faith is misplaced. When we expect government and even corporate laws and regulations to come to our rescue we can encounter layer of lies, finger pointing, and abdication of responsibility piled on the layers of trauma. Just ask the residents of Palestine, Ohio. Just ask the residents of Jacksonville, Mississippi. Just ask….the list is endless. 

After the media spotlight moves on, when I dig around for the ongoing story, I find it’s community coming together that provides the necessary physical, mental, and emotional support to navigate the trauma. Community. Common unity. People who hold a shared purpose of survival in the near term and long term. Neighbors taking care of neighbors.

And I think of the Irish. OK. Yes. I often, and some would say always, think of the Irish. But like many other peoples around the world, they have suffered incredible traumas of war and famine. Community is the tap root of their resiliency. And they are resilient. 

Although not all traumas are from natural disasters, it seems the Earth is shifting in ways that will continue to impact our lives. Her movements and her weather patterns seem an acceleration of impending tragedy. As these changes and resulting disasters, as we humans will name them, continue to land we can wring our hands and hope that someone out there will rush in to save us. Or we can join hands as community. I suggest the latter is a more effective life line.

Beannacht,
Judith

February 15, 2023

I’ve shared these words of John O’Donohue many times in various formats. After I published the post yesterday they again wandered through as so very appropriate. It’s all about soul wisdom. Honoring to it. Opening to it.

There are so many words of wisdom from so many sage individuals that land when they are needed. I find these words are always needed. 

If you work with a different rhythm, you will come easily and naturally home to yourself. Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect, oblique side of yourself. If you do, it will take you where you need to go, but more importantly, it will teach you a kindness of rhythm in your journey.

John O’Donohue

Beannacht,
Judith

February 14, 2023

There are many ways to connect with the divine. Music is one of them, especially when that music is a harmonizing of soul. Singing and music are integral to our spiritual gatherings in Ireland as we join our voices and souls to the harmonies of the land and sacred landscapes. Our ancestors knew this magic. Sacred music is a divine inheritance of every culture and spiritual tradition.

Yesterday I wandered up to Seattle to see my niece in concert. It was a performance of the University of Washington Symphonic Band which I learned is comprised primarily of students who are not music majors but who want to keep music in their lives. Their majors are all over the map. From environmental and earth/space science like my niece, to software engineering, bioengineering, physics, nursing, marketing, psychology, industrial design and more. 

Sitting in that concert hall and watching the joy on stage I was struck by their passion, their passion to sustain this connection to music and harmonies at a time when their lives are clearly headed in professional directions that don’t often dance with the music. And this landed as such a great hope for me. That these young people, who will inherit and navigate the complexities of our current world, might stay connected to the intrinsic harmonies that flow through all life is just so hope-filled. And in this they will, as Rassouli paints, stay in touch with their immanent soul.

No. I have no illusion that any of those musicians on stage would name this as the reason they joined the symphonic band. But I choose to believe that somewhere deep inside they know this to be true. I choose to believe that they intuitively know their music is a lifeline to the harmonies that flow through our world, harmonies that will continue to enrich their lives and, in turn, our world.

What flowed through me in that concert hall were not only symphonic harmonies. What flowed through me were harmonies of hope.

Beannacht,
Judith