Time seems to stand still as I am flying by the never-ending cornfields, and clustered rock formations that were created during the time of Land of the Lostinstead of the poufy clouds below from a flight high above. The patchwork stitches of the seemingly never-ending different landscapes takes on a new meaning since the tires hit the road out west. A bookend of sorts demarking pivoting points of the timelessness of the covid pandemic and depths of social injustice. This road less traveled for me is one that I wouldn't normally take by car.
MAY DAY MAY DAY is kind of like the call out to the Divine Universe … to help me to have strength to help others in this time where people need emotional, mental and physical support especially being isolated and challenged with daily emotions that are coming up which send us off center.
So much to think about when reflecting on the Sacred Circle of finding oneself in todays’ circumstances.
The circle of hope is also represented and illustrated in Eastern cultures by the circular form of the mandala, a Sanskrit word for circle. As a matter of fact, the Circle is found in the art of every culture throughout time.
I do know for certain that the purpose of living is not to live in isolation but rather share the gifts that have been given to me as part of just being in this human form right here right now on this earth. We are love and can support each other from the heart even though we can’t hug . Start with yourself -hug yourself and break into a smile.
