Have the eyes of compassion when you see people spinning, defending and arguing over what you believe to be untrue, unloving or unkind. They are suffering.

Wisdom, great ideas, inventions, music, art and spiritual awakenings come from distress, grief and pain. As the ego is squeezed out, resilience, endurance and creative expression erupts. After a shock, the innocents, the healers, the believers and the protesters build a web of solidarity.

Renewed hope, the light of love as a torch and doing the right thing for all of humanity wins out in the end.Though it may look like it hasn’t.

Remember Love, you know, that home inside of you. Let Love live in you. Every single person is Love, sometimes they are just in denial, but it is there. It is behind the wound, the scab they don’t dare scratch. By forming a safe, loving circle, we can heal each other.

If the entire planet blew up right now, the spark of Love would still exist in the form of a cypher. The evolution of Consciousness is alive and well.

Maybe ignorance IS bliss because being with, or around, someone who is in constant mind blowing expansion must be intimidating.

I believe love rules. But I also believe it takes a lot of good people to make or cause change all though we only need one bad apple to spoil the bunch.

I sense we express our souls through any creative means we can get our hands on, since time began. I visualize cave drawings, goddess sculptures chipped away by crude tools, coarse baskets weaved with ancient, extinct plants, and rudimentary bowls to gather supposed seeds, nuts and small fruits like berries. It is all art.

I am of the persuasion there is divine guidance, and that personally, I have been graced with miracles over and over.

It’s the dots. Every interconnected incident in my life has taught me that I just need to connect the dots. I could totally ignore the dots and complain all day long, “Woe is me”. But I loved and still love to connect the dots. It is irresistible. And, when I connect the dots, I see finer, I hear clearer and I understand better.

The Universe, the angels, the Goddess are talking to me. They show me several paths, they guide me with hints along the way like crumbs for Hansel, only they are dots.

I have choices now. Depending on how alert I am to the dot connection, how willing I am to draw the line from one to two to three dots and form a picture, is how I decide to choose how I live.

If one scenario doesn’t work out, you can change your mind again. Not too much is etched in stone yet we make it seem as it is, stomping our feet if our first option doesn’t pan out. And, consider it’s not supposed to work out because a much more desirable outcome awaits you. Or, what you gain by the experience is well worth it because it will bring you to a new place of comprehension.

Yet, the cause and effect of our choices ripples out to others, like the scientific conclusion that butterfly wings fluttering in the Amazon affect the wind system. If our choices have consequences that affect others, then it is wise to choose them with discernment.

Have you ever had to stop all communication with someone just to give yourself a break from the drama? Do you just need time so you can boil, ruminate and see yourself as victim for a while?

That works for a little bit.

I realize I don’t want to be a victim anymore. I truly want to be the Mistress of my fate, not that Goddess or the Universe isn’t there laying out mines, gifts and treasures for me but I need to recognize them as such. It is I who must choose. I no longer elect to be a victim, survivor or heroine. My power rests in the flow of my Goddess.

I know I am wonderful, bright, a teacher and a giver.

I know the best of me is a dreamer, has an artistic bent and nourishes others.

When I do not inspire myself or others by not being me, it is a sad day indeed for you and for me.

I give counsel from sharing my own experience. I guide others with a torch to light deeply inside the crevices.

I teach others to think outside the box. I can teach anything I am given to instruct by breaking it down into small, simple steps. That’s my gift.

When I don’t specialize in excelling, everyone loses.

Who are we? There is a radical relevance to our owning our power and making connections. It serves us well. It serves others. It honors my Goddess, in me and in you.

The art of the web is an earthling construct but an innately natural design.

The essence of my being wants to reach you with words, nurse you with spoken or written caresses and give back to my fellow travelers, using symbols we agree on, beyond, below and through a feeling we are all initially born with.

So who are you? What do you know deep down about you?

Give me the best of you. Show me your gifts.