Why didn’t you ever tell me to watch how it moves, see how it flows each step toward a new beginning?
If no one is central and all are equal parts of the whole then separation into individualization would be an an expression of the whole as well?
I watch as the tributaries separate and unite, the linage of my river, what lies before and what and where that river travels after I am no longer me.
Before me Carty’s, Trainor's, England, Ireland, Scotland going so far back to have been on the Mayflower. Then going in another direction, Henderson’s, Gagliardo’s, Scully’s into tributaries/branch’s of Bianca, and then Maisy, Quinlyn, Alistair, Tatum, Sebastion, Fiona, Griffin, Windsor and a baby yet to be in the river yet.
All central to the whole, each tributary connected into the human organization that guides all life within my body. I watch and see how they flow. Each a unique expression of the whole, none better that the other yet each greater the they can see.
What is the legacy you are leaving for these tributaries flowing from your stream? How is this legacy connected to the cosmic river of life? Do you leave an imprint of love in memories with those you love?
These musings a reminder of teachings learned on my journey to medical women taught by Karen, Judy the Shaman’s of Peru. Musings of the three type of connections kayo the smallest of streams, payan the equivalent of a local river, and Kollana, an ocean. Choosing to take these type of connections to explain all connections from our relationships with each other, to nature and to the cosmos.
Asking the question of connection, how are your connections and how do you relate to these types of connections? What do you in-train to? Do you get stuck in Kayo trickles, little muddy puddles? Finding yourself splashing around in old wounds, dramas and stories. What if you never to choose to flow from the river to the sea of connection choosing to thrash around in backyard puddles?
I see light of the milky way reflecting in your eyes. I travel in stillness in, through a portal of light seeing the river flow to the sea. A kollana connection in the eyes of my grandchildren. Maisy your love, beauty, you who hold space for all to sit, unique open, tolerant of all. To chose to not be involved in the drama of high school pattern’s of society. To make space for "I see you” love. This Payan river of love flows from me to you and from you to me. This connection, this seeing see’s in and beyond into a Kollana connection.
Quinlyn traveling in your eyes as you learn and share your learning with me, never critical of another. You who can see solutions to needs of others, joyful in exploring.
I see each, I watch each, I travel through a connection of linage eye to eye, heart to heart a channeling connections of kollana love.
If no one is central and all are equal parts of the whole then separation into individualization would be an an expression of the whole as well?
I watch as the tributaries separate and unite, the linage of my river, what lies before and what and where that river travels after I am no longer me.
Before me Carty’s, Trainor's, England, Ireland, Scotland going so far back to have been on the Mayflower. Then going in another direction, Henderson’s, Gagliardo’s, Scully’s into tributaries/branch’s of Bianca, and then Maisy, Quinlyn, Alistair, Tatum, Sebastion, Fiona, Griffin, Windsor and a baby yet to be in the river yet.
All central to the whole, each tributary connected into the human organization that guides all life within my body. I watch and see how they flow. Each a unique expression of the whole, none better that the other yet each greater the they can see.
What is the legacy you are leaving for these tributaries flowing from your stream? How is this legacy connected to the cosmic river of life? Do you leave an imprint of love in memories with those you love?
These musings a reminder of teachings learned on my journey to medical women taught by Karen, Judy the Shaman’s of Peru. Musings of the three type of connections kayo the smallest of streams, payan the equivalent of a local river, and Kollana, an ocean. Choosing to take these type of connections to explain all connections from our relationships with each other, to nature and to the cosmos.
Asking the question of connection, how are your connections and how do you relate to these types of connections? What do you in-train to? Do you get stuck in Kayo trickles, little muddy puddles? Finding yourself splashing around in old wounds, dramas and stories. What if you never to choose to flow from the river to the sea of connection choosing to thrash around in backyard puddles?
I see light of the milky way reflecting in your eyes. I travel in stillness in, through a portal of light seeing the river flow to the sea. A kollana connection in the eyes of my grandchildren. Maisy your love, beauty, you who hold space for all to sit, unique open, tolerant of all. To chose to not be involved in the drama of high school pattern’s of society. To make space for "I see you” love. This Payan river of love flows from me to you and from you to me. This connection, this seeing see’s in and beyond into a Kollana connection.
Quinlyn traveling in your eyes as you learn and share your learning with me, never critical of another. You who can see solutions to needs of others, joyful in exploring.
I see each, I watch each, I travel through a connection of linage eye to eye, heart to heart a channeling connections of kollana love.