Once a year, I retreat into the silence of my own being.. To distill the wisdom from the days passed, to spread the seeds of light in the oceans and forests, and to listen to the beating heart of Nature. Earthwalking. Earthdreaming. In the stillness of my cells I can harvest the newborn cristalline codes to be planted in our collective fields through authentic presence, art and poetry. To be whispered to the wind and carries across continents to spread the Word of peace and harmony for all beings.

Are you not afraid or lonely, they say ~ to roam the starscapes and woodlands at night... For they know not that I am far from alone, as I carry the vastness of creation in my womb. I commune with the plant beings, the mineral realms, the soil and the land. I converse with last drops of rose root, the wild angelica and the standing people.. I dance to the birdsong, rest in the steaming moss and drink of the frothing waves until my chalice is full and I can breathe again ~ from the purest of places..

I wake up with ice cold frost breath, light the fire and let the day fill me with the incense of life.. Cleansing my body and vision. Shedding skins. Clearing the Way. Cracking open. Rebirthing my human. Activating my Creative Matrix. Remembering to walk the Earth like the ancients. Preparing myself to receive the fruits of the Earth. Learning from my Mother, my Homeland. Following the path of the Sun and the Holy One. I carry greens, my guitar and a hundered blank pages. I pay my respects to the flames. I surrender ~ and I wait..