Skies here at Port Rupert Beach, north Vancouver Island, British Columbia, are clearly bright blue, that sky blue!
Blue cupping our lands below, indivisible blueness.
Those snow-capped mountains on the distant coastline, partially hidden by vague grey veils, rise as reminders of great earth shiftings, hundreds and thousands of years ago.
These northwest pacific waters commune with both shores: those of the gorgeously geologically arising mainland and these of our North Vancouver Island.
Waters are the connectors. Skies are the holders of space within which weather unfolds. This is a magnificent basin, land that holds those oceanic tidal movements. Sometimes 40 to 300 feet deep, everlapping waters waves to two-leggeds like GMA, observing and absorbing the sounds of constancy yet change!
This earthen being reminds hu*mans that we are a particle of learning, growing, aware of we who are forgiving, we who are receiving HER love, we who are remembering, with humility, that SHE is our MOTHERMIND! Creature teachers whose habitats are within these waters, starfish, crabs, dolphins, porpoises, grey whales, humpback whales, orca whales, these incredibly ancient evolving beings are reminders that we are not the only ONES here on HER surface on HER land or within HER depths.
The land, stretching beyond the Sitka spruced forested understory, is our hu*mans common ground. To land as though we are pilots flying in those skies requires a way of navigating from above to below through these middle realms. It calls upon hu*man beings to surrender to those whose idea it was not so long ago, that we could fly, like birds, those winged ones who occupy sky-held space. Hmmmming, what else does the genius of hu*manity contemplate? What else is possible?To land somewhere, to attain some sense of belonging somewhere, to achieve this profoundly common sensory experience of “we are all related”, is a divine calling for two-leggeds.
A calling to lift our souls up to the heavens from which we came, a calling to say YES to what is wise, intelligent within our own hearts, a calling to listen to this earth MOTHERMIND and to pay attention to all of our ancient wilderness. Land contains a biodiverse expression of millions of years of indwelling beings, both nutrients and toxicants, deposited by our thousands of years of standing, walking, living upon her Bodhidharma. We are one small and currently awakening part of HER. We are part of her biodiversity, and YES part of the compost that feeds current and future lives of all of our relations. There is thus, no absolute security that hu*mans will survive these times unless we SHIFT our perspectives of our own importance and return to HER teachings, Gaian testaments, wisdom accrued over generations offered in indigenous villages from Elders to the young.
Breathing into the soles of our feet, breathing and grounding into HER lands, into her millions and billions of years of existing within this time-space, within this atmosphere, we become aware that SHE is alive, SHE moves. And thus, we are moving within her sphere upon her land, grounding within her embrace. We are particles dancing at times in divine orders that activate us to become ONE with HER.
These hu*man callings are initiations that remind us to surrender. To give up our defensiveness, our judgments, our offensiveness, and give up RESISTANCE. We in our most hu*man forms are becoming conscious that consciousness itself has cocreated separation and thus, we have separated ourselves from our soul’s purposes, HER purposes within this greater story: the UNIVERSE itself holds HER and therefore, US! I walk upon this ancient storied beach, sands ground by waves, rocks broken down into particles by consistent tides related to full and new moon cycles, and as I walk, I am piloting my spacecraft, my Bodhidharma through skyblue space. Navigating with my heart’s desires, moving my own trillion cells in cooperation with my surrendering to one step at a time. Movement is a natural impulse driven by intention, navigated by the compass within my heart.
Free to move, free to observe, free to land, free to rejoice, free to wonder: what more is possible? Standing, walking stick in hand, waves sounds lapping through my eustachian tubes, my hemispheres are freed from my own occupying thoughts my own core beliefs. SHE in oceanic expressions invites surrendering, SHE of earth expressions invokes our presence to give up resistances. Gaia is a mother teacher offering her school of great mystery moment by moment and is in always available.
So, to be hu*man, more divinely guided and earthly cooperative with this time of greater unfolding within this universe, what are we called to commit to? Like those waves, we are committed to observing sensations, sounds, symbols, rising and falling away, dissolving upon the shores of lifetimes of sands, rocks, boulders, striking cliffsides cocreated within spheres of lifetimes beyond humans clocks and carbon dating. SHE is our humbling, SHE is our divine accord, SHE is our living loving accepting our truth: no one can do this for us. No one can tell us to surrender in a war between siblings struggling with core wounds of NOT ENOUGHNESS. No one can determine our next step. No one can breathe for us.No one can keep us from our freedom to stand, to walk, to run, to sit, to lay down upon HER.
To take these thoughts deeply within the Bodhidharma of our ONENESS is to become ONE with the waves of changing tides, moonlit, or skies of midnight starlit! To become fully hu*man is to give up our separateness that in these moments of writing include putting words to what we are observing. Words are our hu*man inventions and just as inventing a plane to attain a skyward space-time was attained, there are more to be attained by pure presencing of what SHE is offering, day by precious day.
Ahhhhh, exhaling some hu*man thought, some hu*man habit, some past trauma still pilotting our spacecraft, some potency of memory, all is easefully exhaled with consistency like those oceanic waves. All is exhaleable! Everything can be emptied for SHE at one time in her own cycles, emptied this oceanic basin, water flowed in different directions. SHE moved and those snowcapped mountains were thrust upwards into this skyblue skyspace. SHE volcanically erupted and laid a path of firey lava destroying and thus, emptying that which had once occupied these lands.
Humming, navigating these times with depth with honesty with humour and with great humility, we realize as we land upon HER that she receives us fully, without resistance. Water surrenders wave by wave, and as we give up our resistance to these waves, we are held, we flow forwards, we are taken within our Bodhidharma boats to other shores.
To land there is to realize that we have ancestral gifts, we have resources, we have abilities to pass these tests, to give up to that which is revelatory and beyond what once was. So just for these fulling moonbeams radiating times, just for this millisecond in HER evolutionary time-space, just because we hu*mans have slowly turned back to HER hearts desire for all of reality for all of this universe, there will be wonder, awe, surprise, untold adventures to apply our greatest gifts a GENE of the greater I that is part of US! What now is possible, precious hu*mans? What now is possible, as we walk in fierce faith that these natural laws carry us forward into a spiritual reality that existed long before this material world? Welcome to this greater Mystery of HER!
GMA’s variation of Corinthians: Time to put away childish things, childish and wounding thoughts, harmful beliefs. Look into this mirror of darkness. Listen to our ancestors. Honour the union with these ones who pass on legacies and teachings and invoke our greatness! Rise children of this earth, rise together within HER knowing. Give thanks for the mirroring and now look within to your divine nature.
Be well, be strong, be courageous, be knowing of this ONENESS, pure awareness, consciousness, conscientiously choosing to participate in this Greater Story unfolding!
GMA Kaariina of the Turquoise Heart
PS giving thanks to Elder Joan Jubb now on the other side, for your teachings of wilderness as a context for couples!For Christopher Raymond Petzold and our ten day fulling moon kayakking adventure on the northern waters of Lake Nipigon, Ontario. Realizing how our ancestors, when invoked, came through our bodhidharmas to keep on keeping on!
For all of our relations in cooperation, not competitiveness, We now end seeking and embrace EARTH for we are everyone, everywhere, remembering UNITY!