December 7th, 2008


Good Morning!!

In the moment, the fog is tucked in close, though last night the moon and planets were sparkling brightly.

I participated in an Inner Journey retreat yesterday and woke to a wonderful chain of dreams about pearls and friends and water and helping and healing.  I am staying with the dream state even as I honor the experience of yesterday and the beauty of today.

Much of the day is confidential, so I wonder what to share.  Perhaps what I will say is this, in listing what I am grateful for, once I got past the obvious, my family, what came up is that what I may have perceived of as conflict or difficulty is actually what guides and strengthens my path.   Those perceptions of difficulty are like pylons on a slalom course.  I saw how I could ski the slopes, smooth out my ride and accept it all more joyfully.   Perhaps that is what I feel this morning, contentment and bliss.

I continue to believe the path to world peace is through each of us.  We have to deal with our own demons first, and not, project them onto others, onto an  "out there."

A woman I know who was raised as an Orthodox Jew and has now formed and found her own path, was just on a three week peace mission to Israel.  She saw the complexities of the region, of reconciling Arabs whose families have lived in Jerusalem for 14 centuries, and those who came from deep loss and pain to build a country of their own.  How now does the area find peace, and there are many organizations and people working thoughtfully for that.

Byron Katie:

"I go to war to defend the Truth,
but I will never find it,
as long as I am fighting."

Ah, December 7th, Pearl Harbor Day.   Around here the armaments put in place to defend the coast if the Japanese continued marching across the sea, are removed.  It is a park.   Today is a day to honor peace, to tune soft bells of light within and savor the bells of light without.   I think no matter what our religion or beliefs, there is something about the month of December with its precious brew of light and dark that makes each of us believe.   We see the nights getting longer and the red berries blooming, and then, one day, like that, the days lengthen again and meanwhile we've had a chance to peek within a little more intently and savor what rests.

Let peace be our flag for a day, and then, perhaps another and on and on we will go to understanding and growth.

Let's melt the pain of conflict within and see boundaries dissolve in solutions that flow. 

alan - purple flowers


We worked a great deal with passion yesterday in the Inner Journey Retreat.   Many are afraid of passion or fear being overwhelmed by it.  They might be "too much," or get into trouble with it.

Passion.   What does it even mean?

I come across these words by
Federico Fellini.

There is no end.  There is no beginning.  There is only the infinite passion of life.  

What I felt yesterday was just as our love for one person is love for all, that allowing that I'm not going to explode from too much passion, but instead I live where all is passion, and that passion is a pillow on which I float, even as I am a feather in the pillow and all the feathers and the air and in that passion, there is peace.

There is nothing to fear.  Passion is creativity, Source, your own word for God, Goddess, Spirit, whatever nourishes and inspires you.

As Fellini says:

There is no end.  There is no beginning.  There is only the infinite passion of life.

I suggest we all partake!

Zach at the beach

Peace -

Today, when I learned my friend was volunteering at the Muir Beach Holiday Crafts Fair, and since it is a ten minute beautiful country drive, I bundled up and headed out in the car to the beach. When I arrived, I saw she was womanning the table for books written by authors in Muir Beach. Who could resist? Not I.

Then, a woman arrived with a colorful children's book and room was made on the table for the new book, plus a letter from Barack Obama. As I listened, I realized the woman who wrote the book is the mother of Lori, and the creator of the little gazebo that I love that I took Zach to on Wednesday, the one dedicated to Lori, the child who died. I met Lori's childhood friend, who is now an adult. Lori died at the age of seven and was in second grade. The whole thing seemed amazing, especially since when I left, I was involved in discussions about how we might bring peace to the Middle East.

I bought Barbara Meislin's book. It is called No One Can Ever Steal Your Rainbow. It is a true story and all proceeds from the sale of the book benefit Neve Shalom / Wahat al-Salam, The Oasis of Peace and other charitable organizations that enhance the lives of children.

And the letter from Barack Obama: Before he was ever running for president, she sent the book to Obama for his daughters. He hand-wrote a beautiful note back, including his book, Audacity of Hope. He is a gracious man and we have a president of whom we can be proud. I look at him now trying to fix Bush's mess and what is Bush up to? As usual, nobody knows, not even Bush himself.

Buy this book. Peace will twirl the world round and round.

These are the words on the floor of the gazebo by the bay that I love.

Beloved Little Lady Lori Margo Meislin * Child of Sunlight * Child of Starlight * Child of Moonlight Grace * Shine your Joyous Light of Love * on All Who Find This Place, (and then there is a swirl and a star.)

I have found this place over and over, so Lori's light shines on and in me, and through me, to you.

In August, 2007, the Marin Dance Theater choreographed and performed, "No One Can Ever Steal Your Rainbow."

And no one can!

Obviously it is best to buy the book from your "local independent bookstore," but no matter how you purchase it, I think it is a great gift for anyone, child, or adult.

I left the Muir Beach Community Center and went up to the overlook, where I looked up and down the coast, at ocean, rocks, hills, mountains, all beautiful and natural as can be, except for one narrow trickle of a road. Peace!