The Call

I am swaying,

deep in rapture,

moved by the notes

of a chant born

at the inception of creation

Like the mermaids chant

I hear and remember

The song of the dawn of time,

echoing into the fibers of my being

- Now is the Time

Time to come home -

There was another time

when I felt myself

drowning in tides of grief

aimlessly floating

on waves of solitary

homelessness

with no key to unlock

the world within

-Now is the Time-

Time to come home

Later came Reiki

It became my home

I found hope

with it, came a burning

desire to cut all ties,

to sever the past

Laurence was left behind

and Aleema came to be

-Now is the Time-

Time to come home

During this time

I uprooted my ancestors,

and became an orphan

a seeker of truth

a believer of deeper meaning

seeking freedom

diving into the throes 

of life and death

A plunge 

that comes with no past

-Now, it the Time-

Time to come home

Today I as prepare to leap,

Into the vastness

Of the unknown

I shake my wings

as I find my ground

deep beneath my feet

I stretch preparing for flight

feathers fluttering

kissed by the tides

of my sweet soul

calling me

back home

to leap into more

of all that is.

Los rostros del silencio

Un silencio que conozco me abriga en el calor y el sosiego de un corazón tranquilo. Su profunda quietud conlleva la fuerza gozosa y agradecida de mi naturaleza. Me relajo porque conozco bien este lugar, he aprendido a entrar en calma, aquí mi alma escucha la eternidad. Este silencio entreteje todo lo que soy en extraordinarios tapices de entrega porque me sostienen el amor y la comunión. En este paisaje de horizontes amplios y vastos pulsa todo mi potencial, abrazando lo que soy, lo que puedo ser y lo que me queda por ser. 

También conozco el silencio lleno de ruido y palabras no dichas, de lágrimas que gritan una desesperación herida. Ese lugar en el que me ensordecen los gritos silenciosos que viven en las entrañas de mi pasado. Un manto helado pesa sobre mi corazón con desconfianza, vergüenza y el miedo que algún día aprendí. Un silencio que retiene todo el amor que existe, enmudeciéndolo. Escucho el grito silencioso de un vacío tan profundo y oscuro que se traga toda la luz, desapareciéndola. Siento y escucho el sordo golpeteo de un puño apretado que golpea para desmantelar el ataúd de mi pesada armadura.   

Hoy tengo el silencio con ustedes, amigos míos. El fresco aliento de aire que el viento nos regala para llevarse consigo el dolor que ya no es real. Un silencio que conlleva la vitalidad y la memoria de nuestra naturaleza sutil, respirando hondo el nombre de Dios en nuestros corazones unidos.

Descanso en la práctica de Reiki que conlleva rituales de quieta interioridad pautada por el canto de campanas y el suave susurro de cuerpos que se dan vuelta, bajo manos amorosas. Un contacto gentil y bondadoso descansando con dulzura sobre nuestra cuerpo y alma. Un silencio que da luz a la compasión nacida en la mirada de otro y la suave curvatura de su sonrisa.

Somos espíritus afines, unidos en el deseo común de compartir un voto de silencio, en búsqueda de la comunión que vive en el alma de nuestra amorosa práctica sanadora.  

Casa Azul – Retiro de Silencio con Paul Mitchell

Silence has many faces

A silence I know envelopes me in the warmth and comfort of a peaceful heart. 

The deep quietness it brings leads me strait into the joyous and grateful force of my nature. I feel myself relaxing for I have come to know this place well, I have learned to enter the stillness in which my soul hears God´s words. This practiced silence weaves all that I am into extraordinary tapestries of surrender, here I am held by love and communion. It is full and rich in its ample horizons, pulsing all my potential as it holds all that I am, all that I can be and have yet to become. 

I also have encountered a deadening silence filled with noise; screaming tears of unhealed wounds and despair locked into the bowels of the past. A frozen soundless coat weighing heavily upon my heart threaded with mistrust, shame and fear. A silence that holds back all the love there is, unspoken. A loneliness born from the conviction that there is no love, for me.  I have heard the silent cry of a void so deep and wide, so dark it swallows all light into nothingness.  I have felt the deafened thudding of a fist wound up tight, pounding on the walls of the heavy coffin of my armor.

Today I share the silence with you, dear friends. The singing breath brought by the wind as it blows over our bodies taking away a pain no longer real. A silence as we treat each other that carries the vibrancy and memory of the plains and mountains, valleys and oceans pulsating deep in our joined hands and hearts. 

A Reiki practice, rituals of quiet inwardness signaled by the singing of bells and the gentle rustling of bodies under blankets, turning over under loving hands. Kind and gentle caring soothingly diffused over body and soul.  A silence brought by gentle touch and the compassion shining in someone´s eyes and the slow curve of their smile. Kindred spirits brought together to share the silence born from our love for Reiki.

Casa Azul

Silent Retreat with Paul Mitchell