sigh deeply, summer night

a blue deeply different, crystaline with emerald songs and irridescent cobalt, shines through a quality of water and latitude quite different than the skies of my homeland.  the world is my homeland, again, as i put on the gypsy boots in dress for the bigger ride of the four-wheeled exploration of space time and potential hearthside.  great swathes of my inner world are along with me on this ride, not just the bare minimum of the previously minor institution of me.  the institution has grown.  now, through the generous benefaction of just enough work at just the right moment, my facilities have expanded to accomodate more tricks in my back seat than ever could there have been in my backpack.  everything i would need to make the littlest nesting in the right space has come with me.

i laugh.

following the language of spirit as impulses in my behavior i have wrapped my whole reality in a red crow carpet and flown the security of my little mountain town.  five days on the road, deep desert solitaire to vegas rollercoaster (literally), morning rises on me blanketed in the desert and sun sets on my salty body naked on the san francisco shoreline.  all the while i go with prayers, always prayers.  and laughter.  as each moment unfolds a brilliance brighter than heretofore known glimmering truth, i bow in gratitude and whisper mirthfully, "more".

she has called me here in this moment, and now offers me the gift of choice.  families stretch around me with great wide-open arms inviting my rest on their couches, in their apartments and fields, in the open trust of their loving hearts and the different tapestries of their communities.  i am received so innocently and so completely i raise my eyes to the setting and rising sun in wonder} "what's going on here?".

i was gifted the book, "worldbridger" two months ago by my friend casey whilst undergoing a peculiarly difficult process in my personal purification.  in a moment in which i was searching for a deeper yes than i had previously encountered, the book landed as a complete yes at the cellular level.  i checked the internet for kinnexion opportunities, and there were four ceremonies slated for the time when i was intending to arrive in california in spite of the strange dissolution of my supposed trajectory.  the ceremonies are to reconnect the bio-electro-magnetic circuitry of the human body so that the whole human self can be activated for presence in the incarnate field.

yes, it is perfect sense.

so here i am.  i got here on friday in the aforementioned rain of magical circumstances and in the company of a bright and wild native dark dancer elf named leah.  she gave me her apartment for the days of the weekend, held my heart with the utmost care during our journey across the country and into relationship, and generally loved and wowed me from moment one to forever.  she was sent to me as an emissary of creation to further my journey and bring me into this land in the swddling blanket of sistarhood.  i'd not come here in that company before - i'd always come naked, or with men.  this is a very different initiation.  it brings me into here in the context of peers, family, and community.  men are a narrow lens through which to view a world, if they are how i arrive there.  something in the energetic.  not a big priority to figure that out right now, but on the radar.  friends and kin are a lens on the whole field.

this morning i woke up with grass valleys breeze already blowing across my skin.  this afternoon i arrived here, and i feel the great breath of joy that the place breathes to receive me.  it has called to me so insistently in these last few weeks, this valley (where i am gladly perched on the mountainside, learning the ridges of the distant mountain through the filter of the short oak trees and the golden light of dusk turning pink as the sun moves), and we are glad to feel each other as lovers who have never kissed are glad to finally meet.  the expansive potential of this field is erotic, figuratively flowing into the literal.  the men are already curious, because i am new and i am bright in these days.  the women are open, present, guileless as i have encountered them in their bright open inquiry of my origins.  i am invited, there is no fear.

and of course, i thank my newly earned wisdom principle that is subtly, profoundly at work} observe.  learn something of the season of this place before jumping in.  don't touch anybody till you've met lots of bodies and understand something of how they've touched each other.  don't get starry eyed - it's still a monkey circus.  Ha Ha!  a worthier caution i have never met.    life, i love you.  keep it on.

i look forward to the feeling of this new angle of the sun on my skin.  i have breathed deeply the scent of the mountainside, curious how it changes morning to night, cool air to heat.  there is a signature of water but no water itself in the air, so curiously different from new mexico in this moment, where there is an abundance of water and still such arid charge to the air.  how the environment knows itself and what is experienced in the moment.  the miracle of the remembrance of moments in the experience of the linear time model.  the land remembers its own patterns better than you remember me.  a grander relationship.

arriving empowered and humble, i dance and sing into the evening sky.  she welcomes me, and we fall into passion with each other, for she is the ear crafted just to hear my song, and i am the sound sent just to caress her skin.  

symbiosis.

beloveds.

bless.