I could hardly sleep last night and I woke up exhausted and pained. But life continues and “the long national nightmare is over. ” While there is so much work ahead, I feel safer. We came out the other side. Hope is in the house. Please enjoy this moving poem by Amanda Gorman. She must be a lightworker. Her words burn bright into my heart.
There is always light, if only we are brave enough to see it. If only we are brave enough to be it.
Each moment contains so many possibilities within it. I hope we will choose to make the most of each moment we are given.
This is a brief post to say hi and share an amazing video featuring two genuinely gifted spiritual teachers, Matt Kahn and Lee Harris. This share is such a treat where the two discuss the creative process, what defines true success, changes they have seen on their own journeys and the delight of a loving prepared meal. This video is like a combo platter for the soul, like a pizza with a hoagie, tacos and burritos, The Beatles playing with the Stones ( you get the idea).
Sunrise through the mist…the way may be uncertain but the sun will rise again
In Permaculture Design, one of the most challenging principles to enact is “The problem is the solution.” It seems simple on paper: you have a serious problem before you, perhaps seemingly insurmountable or overwhelming. Instead of reacting negatively to the problem, you look for how the problem presents unique opportunities. You resee your practices, hone them, make changes, and adapt to the problem so that that adaptation becomes a strength. In other words, you make lemonade from lemons–but more than that, you may actually improve your approach by having to consider new options to overcome obstacles. A simple example: I have a wet, muddy spot in my yard due to the downspout on my house. Rather than see this as a problem, I turn it into a lush rain garden, which is not only beautiful but…
UPDATE: I was thinking about this post this morning but could not recall the title. I was focused on setting intentions for 2021. Fortunately it showed up today in my stats because someone viewed it, so I was able to reread it with joy! I am so loving that this is the last week of the year. I cannot recall another time when I savored crossing over the finish line to a prescribed new beginning. I have learned that setting intentions is a delicate process and often not getting what you want is better for inner growth. And yet, I am so appreciative now of what I can do and what I will accept. Simply breathing in the air and absorbing the sunshine is a gift with an expiration date.
I have not set my intentions yet but I plan to do it Dr. Joe Dispenza’s way, merging joy with visioning the future as NOW.
What are your intentions for 2021? Blessings to all on this Sunny Sunday!
I had a totally different post in mind for today, but it just ain’t ready and I am not going to force it. I am led to write today since the transits mimic my own: Sun in Scorpio / Moon in Gemini.
It is my time and the sun is about to set, my favorite time of day. The sky is a flush with pink streaks gliding upon a greyish blue backdrop. So here we go:
My heart has been opening more to the notion that life can be fun. No more small Saturn living for me, it is all about my solar return MH exactly conjunct my natal Jupiter! Double wow since Jupiter rules my natal MH. For the non astrologers, I am choosing to focus only on the exuberant, loving, benevolent, generous energies. They are extraordinary and so are we. Living is miraculous and this truth is often overlooked or minimized. My desire to travel has been on hold long enough. I wrote a poem in 1897 , no I meant 1987 , about Peru and Morocco. I have been imagining visiting these places for even longer than that. My soul requires adventure and exotic locales. I spent my birthday this year near Delaware at Longwood Gardens ( post in pre-production) and making that short pilgrimage moved my Solar Return MH just close enough to kiss natal Jupiter. I did not plan for that to happen, but my desire to travel on my birthday created a new energetic reality.
So what else is on the agenda?
How Good Can It Get?
I am in Mexico City and the surrounding regions ~ the land of the Aztecs, Frida Kahlo , and Diego Rivera. Ancient ruins and MesoAmerica, woohoo!
I am awestruck in Machu Picchu, Peru. ( no words)
I am dancing in Morocco, celebrating the wonders of Marrakech.
I am embracing Brazil, especially Rio and Sao Paulo.
I am ” back home” in India, gazing upon the Taj Mahal once again, and consuming more Indian food than deemed possible.
I am hanging out with my circle in Bali.
I am drinking so much coffee in Seattle and meandering about the glorious Pacific Northwest. Tacoma, Portland ( Portal – land), check!
I am grooving in Sedona with all sorts of litebeings.
I am rocking the Grand Canyon.
The South has been calling my name and the livin’ is easy in Atlanta, Asheville, Savannah, San Antonio, Houston, Charleston, and New Orleans. I am also back in FLA, digging all things Disney , South Beach, and savoring Key Lime pie ~ where else but Key West!
I am thrilled to be in Chicago, a city that has eluded me for too long.
I am castle and cathedral hopping throughout all of Europe, including France, Spain, Belgium, Austria, Great Britain, Ireland, Wales, and Scotland, and all of Scandinavia. Barcelona, Paris, London, Copenhagen, Brussels, I am so there!
I am chasing windmills in Amsterdam.
I am revisiting California, Hawaii, Jamaica, Italy, Switzerland, and Canada because I have so much more to explore and people to see!
I am digging the vibes on Malaysia.
I am savoring sushi in Japan.
I am prayerful in the temples throughout Asia and the Middle East.
I am checking out my Eastern European ancestral roots in Germany, Belarus, Poland, the Ukraine, Russia, and wherever else I am from.
I am communing with nature on safari in Kenya and Tanzania.
I am grooving in Pittsburgh because I can! So cool to traverse the entire state of Pennsylvania.
I am writing for TMA so I can hang out with all my astrology writer friends in print and celebrate the synastry of TMA’s chart and mine!
I am finally chatting with Oprah outside of Dreamtime. She really loves my book on mystical experiences and is interviewing me about it on Super Soul Sunday.
I am marveling with delight at Stonehenge, the great Pyramids and Niagara Falls! ( not necessarily in that order.)
I am immersed in knowledge at the Edgar Cayce Foundation in Virginia Beach.
I am meeting all of my blogger friends near and far in one big global party.
and, I totally rocked my job interview tomorrow.
And that’s just for starters!
feature image by Josephine Wall
header image from wikimedia commons, public domain
Where we come from is who we are but we choose every day who we become. . My family’s not perfect but they made me who I am and gave me chances they never had. My future, whatever it is, is their shared legacy.
From the film Hillbilly Elegy
This entry is part of the Returning Home series, which explores the various ways one can return to God or Source. This blog will be different in that I am not exploring a place or method outside of myself, but rather a dialogue with myself for the purpose of grounding, deeper embodiment, and increased inner peace. This more urgent pursuit has been triggered by the recent Lunar Eclipse on November 30th at 8°37 ′ Gemini conjunct my IC point at 5 Gemini and squaring my natal Pluto placement at 7 °50 ′ Virgo. This lunation dovetailed with my immersion in an Animist Psychology Course which addresses Gaia, Ancestors and Mental Health.
Over the past week or two, a steady stream of synchronicities have been appearing, all communicating the power of one’s lineage. One example is a recent online astrological lecture I attended by Helen Cierzo featuring Family Patterns in Astrology. I learned about how my family of origin has a Neptune pattern signaling enmeshment. I have known since forever about the enmeshment, but now astrology confirms it! Long time readers know that synchronicities are not new to me, but the veracity of synchs around ancestry and family dynamics has been fast and quite relentless. We do see what we believe and what I believe is my history is complicated.
Another important synch was deciding to view Hillbilly Elegy after initially discounting it. I was so involved in the storyline and felt very aware of the different characters. Part of it is understanding of the addictive process from my role as an addictions therapist, while most of it links to my own childhood memories. It was less about the details and more about the thoughts and emotions that came up, such as fear, being parentified, anger, over responsibility, abuse, and desire to rise above and transform.
While there is nothing in my lifetime that is similar to Appalachia, I have long held a profound curiosity about the people and the land. It is also ironic that I could see my maternal grandmother’s persona in that of Glenn Close’s character. Not the “crazed ” parts, but the bluntness and simplicity of being. While observing Close’s portrayal of Mamaw, I can access my own grandma playing cards like a master with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth! She was nothing like my prim and proper mother who stays in her lane. My grandma was an outlier, much like me, a wild card, who blended traditional roles of wife and mother with that of a rebel who did not care about people pleasing or “branding ” of an image. I wish I knew her better and what forces shaped her into being.
I struggle with so many questions while taking this Animist course. Such as why am I more in tune with cultures and imagery outside of my verified DNA? I know I am not adopted, but fantasized as an adolescent about finding my true family. Most of this can be attributed to my lightworker mission, but some of it is about being called to people’s outside my white middle class confines. Bluegrass music and Scots Irish folksongs gets me every time. When I visit the mountains ( The Catskills in New York, The Poconos in Pennsylvania, and or the beloved Blue Ridge Mountains of Shenandoah Valley Virginia mostly) or watch media about Appalachia, the music grabs me and does not let go. The vibrations tug gently at first at my heartstrings but quickly escalate to a firm clutch on my soul, that words fail to convey. I have no clue why it has such a grip on me, similar to reggae rhythms and drum circle rituals. I have no historical frame of reference. Both my parents were very musical ( prominent Taurus and other Venusian placements) but their musical taste reflected the times they were born into, nothing more.
I have included several videos of both contemporary and classical Appalachian music from artists and movies that tear at my heart. I recommend you watch Cold Mountain and Songcatcher to bask in the glorious music and learn more about a people who have been underestimated or harshly judged. Also, here’s a shout out to Leigh who turned me on to ancestral trauma and healing and Jen, my first friend from Kentucky who is one of the most creative, strongest and wisest people I have some to know.
Please tell me in the comments about your heritage, or love of music, or affinity for a certain place or people.
As I sit here tonight typing these words, I am humbled by the nature of my blogging challenge. How do I know the extent of the changes I have experienced during 2020? I expect many more insights will be revealed in the weeks and months ahead. However on this day of Thanksgiving here in the US, I want to speak to the expansion and abundance residing within me. So here we go!
This is my entry for the Change Challenge, in which I challenged myself and other writers to take stock of their transformation in this year unlike any other. I needed to develop some structure for this piece, a way to organize my thoughts. I have become less organized as a result of this time without work and without many outside activities. I decided to start with describing the changes internally and externally, as one often reflects the other.
My physicality had shifted in some ways. I have lost about 7-10 pounds. This was not intentional and yet, I have wanted to lose more weight for some time now. My hair is very long again and is in need of a serious trim. Often I see a much older woman in the mirror, due more to lack of vitality or mood than actual aging. Stress can leave its mark. This perception of aging is in flux: some moments I see a woman who is absolutely beaming. 2020 for me is a time of paradox and inconsistency.
I have often wondered what I would do with unlimited time, free from the confines of a full time job. My last job was so exhausting as I discovered that while I am a night owl, 1o or more hours per day at the office was not ideal. As is often the case, I find myself with either more money and less time, or less money and more time. But this year it has been more money ( for a few weeks), less money, and more time, but with constraints on freedom and social outlets.
I had initially thought I would give my home a thorough cleaning and throw out all the stuff I no longer want or need. Well, I learned quickly that I am not an iota more motivated to do either. I will at times dive into a small cleaning or sorting project, but this urge is haphazard and short-lived at best. The few changes I have made to clear up some clutter have served me well though.While I have done way less shopping in stores, I found a way to accumulate more books, newspapers, and magazines! This is not surprising though.
My car usually has a mask sitting above the dashboard and my scarf from last March is now on the back seat. I periodically collect food containers and bags from Dunkin or Starbucks, the difference now being that I let them pile up longer on the floor. I used to have an immaculate car, but I hardly drive anymore so who cares? The car has collected some minor scratches on the ride side from other cars and from my inability to navigate my crowded neighborhood street. As I have mentioned before, people have been flocking to my community on the weekends and park on both sides of my narrow winding street, making driving and parking a dangerous and slow process. In some ways I can see myself reflected in my car Azia, less utilized, more scratched up, but still able to get from point A to point B.
Procrastination versus action: I had thought that my procrastination has receded over the years, but now I am not so sure. I waited until tonight to do this blog post, but I was home all day. I did not want to write it way ahead of time, because I wanted the Thanksgiving energy ( and transiting sun on my MC) to be in full effect. I did follow through on launching a job search in September, but have not been that motivated. I have done several interviews and so far none have felt right to me. My fear of more illness has impacted my drive to run errands or take walks or do much outside the home. It’s funny though that in the beginning of the Pandemic, I took a walk almost every night while I worked remotely from home. This was in pre-mask America, before the hospitalizations and deaths began to accelerate. I realize that your mileage may vary because governmental and geographic differences are noteworthy. I do need more exercise and wish to walk more often. I tend to enjoy walking in the cold weather and am hoping the “tourists” will disperse once the weather goes below freezing.
Rigidity versus adaptability: Many who know me well would call me stubborn, fixed, or rigid and they would be correct. As a therapist, astrologer, and writer, I am less so, because my creative process kicks in and takes on a life of its own. Outside of these domains, I tend to be a creature of habits and preferences. But I have shifted a bit more towards spontaneity and adaptability as this year has progressed. I have taken on projects without much planning or scheduling. Quite a few opportunities have “landed in my lap” without warning or much wiggle room for preparation. Yet my devotion to watching TV at a designated time has continued to take priority. While it may not seem “enlightened” to say, watching TV grounds me and soothes me, as it has since childhood. I am more careful about what I take in, but I find the regularity and predictability comforting now more than ever. This comfort zone has been disturbed often though by “news conferences” and power outages. It is quite odd how often my apartment complex loses power. But I digress.
Connection versus isolation: I am an introvert at heart, but have really been craving human contact the past few months. I have dreams of being hugged probably because I have not had a hug in many moons. While I live among many neighbors, I am not close with most of the recent crop. I talk with friends on the phone and do countless zooms for all types of activities. And social media of course ( but I am more careful with FB). I have recently become acquainted with audio books and find the narration enjoyable. It substitutes for connection. The most common in -person encounters I have are in the grocery store, drug store, or at drive thrus. These are usually not connections I look forward to. Yet, some are surprisingly pleasant. Admittedly the energy I bring to the transaction often determines at least a portion of the outcome.
Acknowledging fears and challenging their hold on me: This is a heavy topic for me. As I have written on previously, Jupiter Saturn and Pluto are dancing together in the 12th house of my natal chart. I have had Jupiter and Saturn visit here before, but it is a first for Pluto and all three together is very disturbing. The combination of expansion, fear, and renovation to my psyche has been quite torturous to endure. Memories of people and events long forgotten pop into my head as flashes from the void. My sensitivities have become more pronounced. often leading to more illness. For example, after learning about someone’s breast cancer diagnosis, my chest began to hurt a few weeks later. After reading about someone being hospitalized for diverticulitis, I end up back in the ER ( this past Sunday.) When I focus on someone, I quickly imagine their circumstances and carry some of their distress with me. While this is not uniquely a 2020 happening, the frequency and intensity has increased. Some of my darker impulses and thoughts have also returned, and I do not feel good about it. Yet, I eventually return to self compassion and self love, as I know that most of these darker tendencies have emerged due to stress and trauma from living in such an unstable time. I sometimes have a desire to check out and be done with this lifetime, but over and over again I make a reversal and commit to living out my time here. It is usually the kindness and generosity of others or a striking synchronicity that warms my heart and sparks some hope for a better “now moment.” Lorie Ladd’s videos have been a blessing. She is so encouraging and genuine and shines her light very brightly. Like I hope to do again myself soon.
New endeavors and values clarification: Around April or so, I was determine to make my mark and morph into a newer me with a unique career/business. This quickly fizzled out as my health deteriorated and I became enthralled in financial and bureaucratic difficulties. A few of these remain as of today. This does not mean I am entirely closed off to vocational reinvention, but there does not seem to be much spark or movement that I can track.
I have been very busy, especially since September. This season has been devoted to pursuits I have long wanted to explore. Some have been long held dreams on hold while others a bit more recent. I have been attuned to Reiki 1, completed an Art History class on Matisse, am currently studying Animist Psychology, and have taken some other online projects on self – development. Reiki is confusing to me in its subtle nature. It has not prevented health issues, which is disappointing, but it has begun to change me is incremental mysterious ways. I will say more about this in the future.
My Matisse class was a revelation. The instructor was so nurturing and passionate in a way that I need at this time. She taught me to see art differently and in turn , to see all of life with new eyes. Matisse was enchanted by the light and I did not know of this before taking the course. My trip to the Barnes was the respite I needed from this bland housebound existence I have come to know. I will write more about this also in future posts.
My current Animist Psychology course is so dense and overwhelming. Daniel Foor is Plutonian , yet communicates like a Virgo. Precision with intensity. At times his energy is too much for me to absorb. The material covers a lot of topics, from shamanism, to clinical practice, to cultural and environmental abuse, to ancestral wounding, and so much more. It feels to me like I have covered this all before, but in another way and perhaps in a different timeline. It was not a random occurrence that I found and signed up for this course. I was strongly drawn to it and consider it to be among some of the projects I have meant to take on for years. Many of the subjects are both familiar and unknown to me in some undefined fashion. I was happy to learn that another blogger is taking the class and that I get to meet with hundreds of students on the live calls from all over the planet. Some are healers, others are seeking healing, and many like myself, encompass both paths. What I can report to be uplifting is my heightened reverence for the non – human life forms and the land that I inhabit. I felt such a bold aliveness on my walk today from all the plant life, sky, and ground that surrounded me. The sun was uncharacteristically warm and light danced everywhere. I featured photos today that reveal the light’s marvel and power.
One of the most obvious ways I have changed is that my values have been refined and brought more into focus. Love, communion, vitality, beauty, authentic truth, silence, curiosity, knowledge, kindness, and purpose. I strive to take more opportunities that offer me a chance to live any of these values. When I follow through and embody these values, I feel more alive and in the flow.
Revised attitudes: This has gotten to be quite a lengthy essay but it is winding down. I will conclude by saying that I am listening more to my own inner voice and other guidance like a young child obeys her mother. When I am hungry I eat, when tired I sleep, when sad, the tears flow, when lonely I either process the feelings or seek connection. I do not have the luxury anymore to ignore these calls. My body is more susceptible to dis-ease, often compounded by fears and the perceived lack of safety. I choose to honor my humanness rather than pretend it is should take second place to some other goal. I am more “on the edge” in many ways, but also wiser and self-protective. This is yet another paradox of 2020 that I attempt to reconcile. I am grateful that my moods do not linger that long and that I have more books and projects than I could complete in the remainder of this lifetime.
While I do believe all this 12th house activity has exacerbated my reactions to living during such an unpredictable and revolutionary year, I have learned to accept that this is not an accident. I have read recently that embodied ascension is about loving all of life in all its forms, including one’s shadow along with one’s light. Yes, this idea is not new, and yes, I have written about this concept on this blog on more than one occasion, and yet I am interpreting it in a new way now. I am here and it is no mistake. My losses and my gains, my triumphs and my errors, my disappointments and my opportunities, none have more or less worth in the long run.
11/3/20 Update: I have been chewing on what to write today, sitting here near the farthest northwest corner of Philadelphia, still within city limits but really very close to the Montgomery county suburbs, surrounded by woods on the edge of the Wissahickon. I am still not sure what I want to say today but this post written back in 2016 still rings true because it reflects how I feel at this moment.
I may be back later, who knows? In the meantime, keep grounded in faith in yourSelf and the collective seen and unseen. And Happy Mercury Direct coming in about one hour!
Greetings everyone! As the sun is still a few minutes shy of reaching my Ascendant, I am milking this 12th house energy for all its worth. I did feel the Imbolc Candlemas surge once the calendar moved into February, but recent health issues has challenged my productivity. This is partially why I have not published any new material in a while. Check out Jamie’s fabulous Imbolc post to learn more about this Winter to Spring sacred time.
Welcome to all new followers and readers! I am so delighted to have so many new people visit me here at litebeing chronicles. Please feel free to comment, even if just to say hello. I want you to know that I am thrilled whenever someone takes the time to read about my journey. Thank you for your interest in my life.
I have so much going on, which sometimes leaves me undecided as to where to place my focus. This can happen when there is so much movement internally and externally. Fortunately I have decided to share my enchantment with the US Democrat Presidential primaries.
What??? Politics?? What does this have to do with spiritual awakening?
I asked myself the same questions. Here’s the thing: In my life, I allow myself to follow my attractions. If I am drawn to something, I will give it my time and energy and see where it leads me. I rarely write about politics, but find that astrology does a great job of describing how planetary themes get played out on the world stage. While this is not an astrology article per se, I want to acknowledge that the Pluto in Capricorn square Uranus in Aries cycle we have been living since 2012 has been dramatically triggering global chaos and crisis. Crisis, please remember, is another word for opportunity.
I am an avid political fan and use astrology and intuition and to engage with the process. Some people enjoy football, I prefer election races! I do not like to use my politics to influence others, which is why I limit any commentary on the blog.
However, I witnessed something a few days ago that really moved me emotionally. My intense reaction strongly compels me to share it with my readers. Let me explain: I have been really struggling about who to vote for in the primaries. I would love to see a woman President and do respect Hillary Clinton. She has spent her life serving others and remaining in her husband’s shadow for many years. She exemplifies Scorpio resilience and passion.
But then came Bernie….
I remember Bernie Sanders when the US Senate was struggling to gain a Democratic Majority. Sanders, who was an Independent at the time, decided to caucus with the Democrats and helped them gain a slight majority. Looking back, it did very little to address congressional gridlock, but this event gave me the chance to learn a bit about this longtime Independent Socialist from Vermont.
At a New Hampshire Town Hall meeting, the subject of spirituality was raised. Bernie, a non-practicing Jew, was asked about his beliefs. This was his response:
” It’s a guiding principle in my life, absolutely, it is,” Sanders began. He explained that everyone practices their faith differently and acknowledged that he wouldn’t be running if he didn’t have a strong religious and spiritual understanding, then continued.
” I believe that, as a human being, the pain that one person feels, if we have children who are hungry in America, if we have elderly people who can’t afford their prescription drugs, you know what, that impacts you, that impacts me,” the senator said. “And I worry very much about a society where some people spiritually say, it doesn’t matter to me, I got it, I don’t care about other people. So my spirituality is that we are all in this together and that when children go hungry, when veterans sleep out on the street, it impacts me. That’s my very strong spiritual feeling.”
My heart began to beat faster and tears streamed down my cheeks. This man is expressing the tenets of unity consciousness. Not only does he stand for integrity, he practices empathy. This is huge. This message is divinely inspired. My mind was officially blown. I urge that those interested find a video transcript because watching the discussion gives it more weight. The reason I strongly resonate with this response is because I believe that he is simply a vehicle of the collective; an instrument of the people. This is where revolution can lead to evolution. If you examine both words, it is simple to conclude that revolution is a reenactment of evolution. When we take steps towards extraordinary social change, we are growing, developing, maturing. This is the genius of Pluto square Uranus.
I am not advocating for a particular candidate. I am merely sharing my reactions to a moment in time. What matters more than an election is how the personal influences the political. This is why I am proud to call myself a Social Worker. I learned from my Social Welfare Policy Instructor how society is shaped by our beliefs. This principle is quite powerful and can be seamlessly applied to the spiritual path.
Just a little something to chew on a sunny and snowy February day in 2016.
3rd reblog in a row, yup! I like to find “random” posts as oracles and this post really resonates powerfully in 2020. Welcome to my new followers! I am grateful that you are part of the litebeing community. Please say hello and introduce yourself in the comments section. Thanks for being here. I will be back with fresh writing when inspiration meets energy and initiative. 🙂
No one can predict the future now. No one can make long- range plans. The best we can hope for, to quote Robert Bridges, is ” the masterful administration of the unforeseen.” Ride the whirlwind. That’s the most we can do.
Arthur C. Clarke
This sage advice is found on page 150 of Walking on Alligators – A Book of Meditations for Writers by Susan Shaughnessy. I was led to open a random page from this book today and post it here. I have been thinking deeply about my writing process of late. I have wondered why some pieces come so easily to me , while others are so arduous and heavy. I have also noticed how grateful I am when opportunities appear to take my writing and this blog in new directions. For example, when TMA was looking on Facebook for bloggers to review the Music Issue, I had no idea I…
Hello litebeings, with the Mars square Pluto transit this morning, I learned that a friend of mine is seriously ill. She is so young and strong and this news makes no sense to me. No sense at all.
I drove to the store today and it became apparent that fall has arrived in Philadelphia. Slowly but surely the leaves are turning and gliding through the clear blue sky. I long for normalcy in this anything but typical year of 2020. Here is a reblog of my post about Philly traditions and shifting cycles of time.
It is only fitting that I post about this Hall and Oates song on the first full day of fall, here in Philadelphia. This version with Diane Birch is from Live from Daryl’s House. I moved to this city to start the fall semester of my senior year at Temple University, so it is an anniversary theme of sorts. My trip to University City last week really reminded me of those first days of freedom and adventure in a new city and new state ( Though I did live in Reading , PA as a child).
The first time I heard this song on the radio while living in Philly was very special to me because it was in early autumn. I told myself I would hear it every year on the radio as a way to usher in the season and mark my life in this amazing…