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Fairies in Winter

When the winds swell in earnest,
After the seasonal rains have come,
And the trees, the trees have cast their
Leafy lot with the Earth below,
the fairies, the fairies slumber.

When the winds swell in earnest,
And drenching rains have turned to snow,
The earth and all of her denizens
Drop in, drop in, dwelling deeply, while
The fairies, the fairies slumber.

A sacred ceremony needed to occur on behalf of New York State’s Hudson River. The request was made simply enough: while working almost two month’s ago with Napa, California’s Lisa Morris, my superb energetic healer suddenly received an image of the lower Hudson River reaching up and claiming two passing aircraft overhead.

For several months now, I’d been feeling the urge to return to Northern California’s Mt. Shasta region for something resembling a spiritual recharge. Upon learning that my Divine Partner, Fay, was going to be visiting my son’s and my Bay Area home, I suggested, and she agreed, that we might consider making the five hour trek north to the southernmost edge of the Cascade Range?

I AM deeply touched by the un-
speakable nature of your work.
It's the realm of mystics and poets,
painters and Blake, Saint-Germain, and
Saint-Marie too, for that matter.

On March 24, 1989, the single-hulled tanker “Exxon Valdez” ran aground on Alaska’s Bligh Reef in Alaska’s Prince William Sound. The fully loaded ship bore fifty-three million gallons of crude oil that was transshipped via the Trans-Alaska or “Alyeska” pipeline from that state’s North Slope to the port city of Valez. Between thirty-eight and eleven million gallons flooded into the once pristine setting giving rise to the most damaging oil spill in US history. What ensued was a badly botched symbolic “cleanup” in which 6,722 workers subsequently filed claims for respiratory illnesses (6,000 of whom died while their cases churned through the judiciary system) and an Olympian public relations and legal campaign aimed at limiting corporate liability, meaningful government oversight and citizen involvement.

On Sunday, January 25, 2008, several of us gathered for the first in a series of monthly, public circles at Moss Beach, California’s Joy of Being (joyofbeing.com). Our heartfelt play was dedicated to reconnecting human beings with the sacred Earth and all of her children. Before describing our first gathering together, however, I wanted to backtrack and explain the origins of this long standing practice.

The other morning I awoke feeling as though I was trying to pass a watermelon through my heart. Not literally, of course, but energetic birthing pangs none-the-less. After several months—if not years—of this, Thursday felt like a kind of watershed moment. “What on earth was going on,” I wondered aloud?

Nor was I alone. Several activating servers I know complained of awakening that very same morning in tears, stuffed emotions overflowing. “Heart stuff,” they each said; the feeling of massive emotional congestion lying at or near the heart. “Have you felt it,” they asked?