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Shedding layers of a universe

Where her past echoed threads

Of a reality she no longer carried.

Crying in pain as the loss of self

Began to reveal an identity

She wasn’t familiar with

A chaos unfolded that

Felt safer in that moment

More than the silence

Of the moon that seemed to stand still

Amidst those gleaming stars.

It just stared at her.

Yes, the moon just stared at her.

She didn’t ask for this transformation

Yet the vessel that was her home

Gave her no choice nor did the moon for that matter.

She didn’t ask for this baptism,

This ritual or purification.

She didn’t ask to be saved or reborn.

Yet layer upon layer disappeared into

Emptiness until her rage at the moon

Finally softened into surrender.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Her breath began to feel safe again.

Her mind quieted as the moon drew closer

and lit up the night sky like nothing she ever witnessed.

She stopped howling.

And before she knew it, laughter poured from her soul.

It was so loud the moon began to laugh with her.

The stars joined in and the whole universe

couldn’t contain itself.

I don’t think she even remembered how much pain she was in.

Change is coming.

It is emerging from the chaos, where emptiness serves its purpose.

Defined by the experiences we have all struggled through

This emptiness will become a companion as the world returns to its original wound of separation.

It needs us as much as we need it.

We need it in the light, only we bathe with it in the darkness.

Our fury contained within boundaries we have not yet uncovered.

Our faith wavers from desperation.

How are we to trust this new horizon?

By emerging slowly.

Taste the light in all its innocence and bless the chaos.

Not as you would have it, but as that wound of separation.

The wound which will bring many of you back to yourself.

Back to this world, back to each other.

The warmth of the sun is kissing your lips today.

The birds will sing glorious melodies in your name.

Emerge during this change that is upon us.

For in your emptiness

all will be made holy and still.

Happy Spring!

There is so much uncertainty in the world. So much strife and so much darkness pulling at our heartstrings

that we are finding comfort in the loss because it is becoming so familiar.

I am finding “death” at every corner where life breathes.

It’s not necessarily a physical death, but a chronic widespread narrative of power over powerlessness,

Chaos over acceptance, separation over unity, entitlement over disadvantage.

This narrative has been present for generations.

I don’t know if we actually know how to create a new narrative.

I sometimes wonder if we actually WANT to.

When something becomes so familiar to us it allows us to form an identity to its projections.

Our values become misguided in an attempt to survive and even thrive in alignment with circumstances

That keep us bound in our minds and bodies to what is presented to us at any given moment.

We get wrapped up in our anger and fear, especially around the possibility of losing an identity birthed from a survival mechanism.

Even if we truly desire to change that identity, we don’t know what survival will look like after that.

It would embody loss to such great magnitude and that is a risk not many of us are willing to take.

It doesn’t only take a village to raise a child.

It takes a village to embody change.

It takes a village to cope with loss.

It takes a village to survive together, not separately, and to morph a new identity into existence.

I pray we become that village soon.

It can be the medicine you need in the midst of a wildfire,

That emotional upheaval that tears through your spirit

One wound at a time.

Fear understands struggle,

It understands pain,

It understands emptiness.

What it doesn’t understand is your reluctance

To acknowledge it and

Own it as a part of you.

Who the hell told you love and fear don’t belong in the same story?

Your medicine is your own.

Carry it with respect.

Wield it with honor.

In remembering where it came from

You give it the life it was meant to live and the purpose it was meant to serve.

She held on so tightly

In wanting to become

Someone other than who she was

That she forgot pieces of herself

That were trying to move on

Were actually gifts from God

Ready to be set free

So that in becoming

The holding on and letting go

Were a love affair destined by the universe

To mold her into whom she was ready to be.

May love be our guide.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Love, Laura

A heartbeat where we rise above duality

and meet God at the threshold of faith.

A quietness emerges from the depths of your being.

Who are you really?

A conversation with holiness begins.

You are one step closer to truth.

One step closer to rebirth.

One step closer to belonging.

You are becoming the prayer you have always asked for.

You birth a universe

Of light and darkness

A wilderness where chaos and stillness

Dance with angels

Where harmonies sung by ancestors

Morph into truths

Of experiences

That no longer fear life or death

But crave a story

That will make every heartbeat

Sound like the voice of God.

Tell me your story my friends.
I so want to hear your heart beat

One universe at a time.

I stood there waiting for you.

The self your dreams are made of.

Unencumbered by your past,

A new beginning to an end that never was.

I never left you.

It is you who left me.

In fear of who you were.

In fear of who I am.

Living on the edge only seeing the abyss,

ensconced within your deepest fears.

Until I grabbed your hand.

But only because you let me.

I knew then that you were ready.

To see the chaos differently.

To see yourself differently.

I paused a moment and then called you by your name.

You answered and set your gaze upon the heavens. My how lovely a name you have.

You smiled and then asked me mine.

“Grace,” I answered.

“You can call me Grace.”

Where ancient trees nourish

Those prayers of our ancestors.

Where forgiveness weaves luminous threads

Of hope between familial wounds that seek

Shelter amidst the verdant earth.

Where long held tears are honored

As talismans and portals lying in wait between

Sedimentary stones.

Show me a forest

Where hopes and dreams

Are realized by nature deities and spirits

Frolicking to and fro

Between parallel universes.

Creating a sanctuary for all creatures

Great and small.

One where humans and nature

remember the tiniest miracles

Each has to offer the universe.

2026

The year that powerlessness becomes your strength!

There comes a time when powerlessness overtakes you.

Its presence becomes too loud, too overwhelming, tearing away at an identity you thought you embodied since

the day you were born.

It becomes a constant companion, etching away at your strength, your purview of the world and those relationships therein.

It claims you in ways that nothing else does, leaving footprints in your path that you are not even sure are your own.

Its voice whispering in your ear over and over again as you run as fast as you can away from it, projecting blame onto a darkness

You have become all too familiar with.

This is the year that all changes.

2026.

Your cells are changing.

Worm holes filled with Divine Light are being created

In every realm within your body.

Every realm that has sheltered generations seeking solace within your spiritual path.

The blind will be able to see.

The deaf will be able to hear.

The God you believe in will forever be different in your heart and mind.

A more tangible and transcendent experience of grace.

Your powerlessness will tremble under a Divine truth,

a truth whose path

Will begin to reveal itself as you morph into someone different, someone new.

Your desire for ecstasy will leave no place for powerlessness.

That relationship to what has frightened you will come to rest

As will the sword you have used to fight it all these years.

And in the blink of an eye, powerlessness will become your greatest strength as you walk in the house of the gods together remembering who you truly are.