Karinaland River

  Multitudes The ancient plum tree under the live oaks is more than abundant this year, heavy with fruit hanging low. It is receiving quite a bit more sun now that Mama Oak has departed last August. And the squirrels have been kept to a very low number by the hawks scouting their territory daily. The other day, one of those fierce birds is landing on a low oak branch right in front of me as I come down the stairs. Both of us hold still. So close. Our sacred meeting lasts a while, we eye each other and rest in our co-existence, curious, calm, open. Different worlds are always close to each other, but here we are bound in a field of shared awareness – undefended. This is a possibility. Breathtaking. Feathered and smiling we fly on to our tasks of the day. This morning – delicate rivulets of feeling running together into the river of life, into the lake of my being – many different voices meet, interweave, residing in harmony, co-mingling in balance. Multitudes: joy, outrage, enthusia...

  Cosmic Momentum and Joy Sometimes we become aware of the cosmic forces that are always in play. And when the right person – let’s say a woman, let’s say mixed and black – is ready to take the call, she is protected by coming from her center and being genuine. Watching her being naturally connected to joy and to her own destiny, intelligent and warm, we can then see cosmic forces putting the right person in the right place at the right time.  Our fears are suddenly proven wrong. The rightfulness of it all reveals a phenomenon, a miracle. Suddenly hope is resurrected, energy released. After all, weeks and months of doom and despair were needed to build pressure. The release comes with a huge momentum turning the tide. We are in the middle of this miracle. And we can feel it physically in our body, in our mood. A new force, ready to envisage the future, is in full swing. The backward-straining forces of destruction, often appealing to the lowest instincts of human nature, are s...