Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Saturn, Rhea, and Thetys

It's no wonder that when one's "Saturn Returns" it packs such a whallop.

Amazing capture from the Cassini orbiter.  More information on this stunning image and more photos, as well as an article, can be found on MSNBC.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Verse: How

Surrounded by these things
which are really spirits,
souls encased in varied form,
my heart yearns for a way
to show my thankfulness to the One.

How can I,
a small lump of clay,
so inadequate,
show that my heart is bursting with Love
and that it is all because of All?

The lump in my throat swells,
nourished by tears choked back,
and I surrender to my humanity,
falling back into that blessed part of me that is Divine.

Thank You, Holy Spirit.
My Light is reborn.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Bless Us All...Everyone

The light begins anew.  Peace to You and Yours.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Verse: A Visit from St. Nicholas

A Visit from Saint Nicholas
Clement Clark Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house  
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;  
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,  
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;  
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;  
And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap,  
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,  
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,  
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,  
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.  
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow  
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,  
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,  
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,  
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.  
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,  
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!  
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!  
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!  
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"  
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;  
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,  
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.  
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof  
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,  
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.  
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,  
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;  
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.  
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!  
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!  
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow  
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,  
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;  
He had a broad face and a little round belly,  
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.  
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;  
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,  
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;  
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,  
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,  
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;  
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,  
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,  
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

Monday, December 21, 2009

du jour: Midwinter Peace

When we have (hopefully) aligned ourselves with the Universe, in my opinion, we feel the turning of the Wheel even more strongly than those who have not.  My life now seems to fall into patterns with the sun, moon, and seasons; and in keeping with this, yesterday a chapter in my life closed, in the absolute darkness of this time just before the Sun begins to return.  It closed quietly and without fanfare, and I am grateful for the lessons learned and that it is triumphantly over.

I have no idea what the future holds for me, but the readiness is all, someone once said.  Can't remember who.

On this Solstice, we are all bundles of potential - kindling that, to become a bonfire, only needs the spark of Will and the love that comes from the darkness of the Mother that cradles it.  Whatever the tradition, whatever  one chooses to name this moment in the unending Cycle of Ages, I am comforted in the thought that many will pause and hope for peace during these next coming days.  The currents of Love are more palpable, it would seem.

It's almost as if Gaia herself wants us all to slow down, entreating Boreas to blanket so much of Her with snow.  "Slow down," she says.  "Be at peace."

I wish you Peace on this Solstice, and blessings for the coming year.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Artist Spotlight: Jonathon Earl Bowser

Gates of Valhalla, 2009

Artwork © Jonathon Earl Bowser -

I recently discovered the work of Jonathon Earl Bowser, and am really happy that I did.  He has a wonderful website featuring his Goddess imagery, and it's all really stunning.  

Since today is Friday, and I blogged about Freya some weeks ago, I thought it would be nice to continue the theme and feature Mr. Bowser's Gates of Valhalla.  Along with his artwork, he writes accompanying articles about the myths and legends that inspire his work.  It's a great site, and worth seeing.  

Be sure to see the image of Isis.  Wow.  

Have a great Friday!

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Snowflakes and Soldiers

Original sketch for Act II of The Nutcracker, Konstantin Ivanov, 1892

We are all so bombarded with press surrounding the hundreds of productions of The Nutcracker that are performed at this time of year, I'm sure many turn a blind eye if they aren't interested; or, conversely, are so overwhelmed with it because it is a part of your life and you can't stand another rehearsal or sewing another costume right now - screw The feet are bleeding!

And yet, if the magic of The Nutcracker has ever touched someone, it takes hold and draws them back, year after year.  The story of the Nutcracker comes from a tale that was translated and then interpreted and then staged, and then interpreted and staged over and over again countless times, yet the story remains powerful in its ability to enchant (like all great mythos), set to the brilliance that is the music of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.

I won't attempt in this posting to re-tell what has been told so well so many times, but the ballet is full of symbolism and allegory, and is well-worth a viewing in some form or another (it's on television now on a myriad of channels at all sorts of times).

So thank you, you nuts with the bleeding feet and needle-pricked fingers, you stagehands, and prop folk, and ushers.  You keep The Nutcracker's magic enduring, and so many of us need it now more than ever.

Original costume sketch for The Nutcracker, Ivan Vsevolozhsky, 1892

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

du jour: Consualia

It's interesting that there would be a festival to honor a grain deity this late in the Wheel of the Year, but on this day in Ancient Rome, citizens celebrated the festival of Consualia - a celebration of Consus, protector god of grains and subterranean storage silos.  His altar was near the Circus Maximus and kept just beneath the ground, and on this festival (and the companion celebration which occurred each August) it was unearthed.  In this aspect of Consus, his symbol was a corn seed.

Horses and mules were sacred to this deity, so on this day the animals were given a reprieve from  appointed chores and decorated with flowers and garlands; ironically, the main events of the festival were mule and horse races, which I'm sure was work for the four-legged contestant.

Consus' other aspects include him as god of councils (meetings) and Neptunus Equestris ("Equestrian Neptune"), both characteristics that link him to Poseidon of the Greek Pantheon.

This information is from the Wikipedia article.

Ritratto dell'ammiraglio Andrea Doria come Nettun
Portrait of Andrea Doria as Neptune
Angelo Bronzino (1503 - 1572) 

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Legend: Alabama Vixen

January 31, 1902 – December 12, 1968

I read Shakespeare and the Bible, and I can shoot dice.  That's what I call a liberal education.

She had a mouth like a sailor, a wit as keen as a rapier, and an accent that sounded like the love-child of Lady Bracknell and Rhett Butler.  On December 12, 1968, Tallulah Bankhead died at the age of 65.

Born in Alabama in 1902, she was the daughter of a United States Congressman who also was Speaker of the House (William Brockman Bankhead).  The southern upbringing served her well, no doubt, in one of her most memorable stage roles - Regina in The Little Foxes.

Legendary for her irreverent wit and refreshing candor, backstage tales and quotes attributed to Ms. Bankhead abound.  Apparently she and a male co-star were concluding the final scene of a play (not for certain which that was), and happened to be on a bed, embracing.  As the last lines were spoken, and the "the end" kiss happened, the lights were supposed to fade to black.  For whatever reason, it didn't happen that way - lines, kiss, no lights fading.  After the kiss ended, and a brief awkward moment passed, Tallulah is rumored to have said, "Well, I guess you'll just have to fuck me."

She brought the house down.

Brava, Miss Tallulah.  We're raising a julep to you today. 

Friday, December 11, 2009

Verse: Yeats

The Cold Heaven
William Butler Yeats
Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
So wild that every casual thought of that and this
Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;
And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken,
Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken
By the injustice of the skies for punishment?

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Oz in Georgia

Amazing story.  It makes me want to jump in the pen and play with them.  Humans - take a lesson!

Lions, and Tigers, and Bears - Oh My!

Thursday, with hammer...

Tors strid med jättarna
Thor fighting the giants

Mårten Eskil Winge (1825-1896)

Thursday derives its name from the Norse deity, Thor.  Swedish painter Marten Winge beautifully and boldly illustrates the battle between Thor and the Giants in this painting, so much so that it makes me want to grab my hammer.

Since this blog is still brand new, and I'm just finding my way, I'm still not sure what the overall "purpose" (what a daunting word) is yet for this little corner of the web that I weave.  Right now, since we're living in a world with so much ugliness in so many forms, I think I'm just trying to create a refuge of beauty and wisdom; a place where I (and hopefully others) can visit to reduce our blood pressure after watching the news (How many think a 24-hour news cycle is too much?) and focus on some things that seem to be neglected:  beauty, wisdom, art, and imagination. 

I guess Thor got me on my own wagon, swinging at the Giants, this morning.  I watch the news and get so very angry at ignorance and stupidity, so prevalent across the globe.  I thought we were past living in a world where people actually try to legislate death as a punishment for loving someone. 

I encourage each of you to pick up your hammer today and whack something - a nail to hang a photo of a loved one or a painting you've done; an old way of thinking that isn't serving you well, or have a pillow fight with your partner or kids.  We all need to bring as much goodness into this world as we can, and it's not a matter of being "fluffy," it's about bringing balance back into our world.  We're out of whack.  So to speak.

Have a great Thursday.  Stay warm.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Galaxies far, far away...

The Hubble Space Telescope has taken the "deepest" shot of space ever captured.  These photographs were taken in August of this year, and are just now being released to the public.  More photos and lots of cool information can be found at HubbleSite.

Ironically (or not), this happens to be the anniversary of an infamous UFO sighting and crash incident, which still remains a mystery.  I had never heard of this one, but it remains one of the most curious episodes in the ever-evolving story of unidentified flying objects.

The Kecksburg, Pennsylvania UFO Incident

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Holiday in New York: Wonderland

New York City is truly a magical place during the holiday season, and this year is no exception.  Bergdorf Goodman's window displays pay tribute to Alice in Wonderland (her legend and that of Wonderland has been surfacing in all sorts of places lately) complete with Cheshire Cat, flamingos, and The White Rabbit. 

Danni at The Whimsical Cottage took these wonderful photos on a recent excursion in NYC, and is letting me post them here (because they are such eye candy).  Danni (a multi-media artist) creates art dolls, sculpture, ornaments, jewelry, wands, and more - all beautifully handmade. 

Hope you enjoy...

du jour: Feast of the Immaculate Conception

La Inmaculada de Soult
The Immaculate Conception of the Venerable Ones (Soult)
Bartolome' E. Murillo

(A late post for a "du jour," granted.)

Today is the celebration of the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, observed by the Roman Catholic church.  In the "you learn something new every day" file, I just discovered that "immaculate conception" doesn't refer to Mary becoming pregnant with the Christ child; rather, it has to do with Her lack of "original sin."  The Feast falls on this day because it is exactly nine months prior to the Feast of the Nativity of Mary (Her birth). 

I find it interesting that she has the moon at her feet in this painting, and in many depictions actually.  In fact, the moon and much of the "Queen of Heaven" symbolism, Goddess symbolism, is preserved in Mary's catalogue of imagery.


Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

John Lennon
(October 9, 1940 – December 8, 1980)

Monday, December 7, 2009

Artist Spotlight: Ciro Marchetti

Ciro Marchetti is responsible for three of the most beautiful Tarot decks I've ever seen, as well as a body of artwork that is a feast for the eyes and imagination.  His Gilded Tarot sold over 200,000 copies and was translated into 9 languages; his Tarot of Dreams is now a collector's item (a modified version is available at his website); and his recently-released Legacy of the Divine Tarot, which he purports to be his last, is another study in opulent color and striking imagery.

All these, as well as his full catalog of work, can be found at his website (which features a gift shop, if you want to give the gift of art this holiday season):

Ciro Marchetti Official Website

I'm honored to be able to feature the above image, Spirit of Winter, with Mr. Marchetti's permission.

Cups Running Over

I woke up early this morning, just after it began to rain. This is a cold, slow rain that seems to be sent to cool down the Earth. "Relax," the Sky Goddesses sing, "slow down and be still and silent."

I smiled when I then drew the Ace of Cups for my daily card. Water again. Great to draw this card on a Monday. Good signs.

I have virtually no Water in my astrological chart. My chart, rather, is like a bonfire - all fire and air, with a little bit of earth thrown in to prevent a whirling dervish situation. Maybe that's why Water is both extremely attractive and terrifying to me. I don't know it intimately, and the hardest thing for me to do is obtain tranquility; it's hard for me to become the still, glass-surfaced lake.

Learning to swim was difficult, even now I hate for my head to be submerged in any sort of manner, and the closest I ever came to actually dying in the wild was a near-drowning in the waters of New England. As soon as my past lives begin to reveal themselves, I'll wager there's an experience with water in there somewhere that probably didn't end pleasantly.

But the rain has always seemed to calm me, except when it's at its most furious; the poetic, mythic part of me thinks that it's my connection with Air and the Sky, and that rain is comfort from the Queen of Heaven (call Her what you will). That's my rationale, anyway.

My garden loves it, too.

I've been struggling with a head-cold for about a week, very minor, but I've been blowing and coughing out of proportion with my overall feeling: I haven't "felt" bad physically, at least not as bad as I have sounded (the blowing and the coughing). A dear friend said to me the other day, "well, you know mucus is supposed to represent unshed tears." That statement hit so close to home. Literally.

I've been releasing so much hurt lately, from both the recent past and long past. Mourning things that needed to be mourned and letting go of things that have long been holding my spirit down. I've done my share of crying, and I suppose my psyche is letting go of more tears than I realized. A true sense of home and family is only now returning to my consciousness after a long, long hiatus; so whether I'm purging unshed tears of pain or unshed tears of gratitude, it doesn't matter. Getting rid of them is a good step. Water eternally flows.

Today I'm thankful for the Water in my life -mysterious, frightening, healing and loving.

Ace of Cups from the Legacy of the Divine Tarot by Ciro Marchetti.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Verse: Invictus

I just heard a television movie critic, while praising Morgan Freeman and Matt Damon's new movie Invictus, call the poem upon which the title is based "corny." I couldn't respectfully disagree more. Perhaps, mercifully, he has never been in a "place of wrath and tears" and therefore cannot appreciate Mr. Henley's sentiment. I have, and can.


Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate;

I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley
English Poet

Invictus was first published in 1875. The title is Latin for "unconquered."


A religion without a Goddess is halfway to atheism.

Dion Fortune
December 6, 1890 - January 8, 1946

du jour: St. Nicholas Day

This morning I learned that it happens to be St. Nicholas Day. I've always been fascinated with "gift-bearer traditions" and might make this a recurring focus during the holiday season.

If you would like to make a gift to the children of the world this Holiday, check out these websites. Every little bit helps. - for directed donation to classrooms

UNICEF - for information on global children initiatives and charities

Ronald McDonald House - provides assistance to families facing medical and healthcare-related challenges

This information comes from Wikipedia:

The tradition of Saint Nicholas Day, usually on 6 December, is a festival for children in many countries in Europe related to surviving legends of the saint, and particularly his reputation as a bringer of gifts. The American Santa Claus, as well as the Anglo-Canadian and British Father Christmas, derive from these legends. "Santa Claus" is itself derived from the Dutch Sinterklaas.

In the US

While feasts of Saint Nicholas are not observed nationally, cities with strong German influences like Milwaukee, Cincinnati, Cleveland, and St. Louis celebrate St. Nick's Day on a scale similar to the German custom.[5] On December 5, the Eve of St. Nicholas Day, each child puts one empty shoe outside their bedroom door or on a staircase before they go to sleep. The following morning of December 6, the children awake to find that St. Nick has filled their footwear with candy and small presents (if the children have been good) or coal (if not). For these children, the relationship between St. Nick and Santa Claus is not clearly defined, although St. Nick is usually explained to be a helper of Santa. The tradition of St. Nick's Day is firmly established in the Milwaukee, Cincinnati, Cleveland and St. Louis communities, with parents often continuing to observe the day with their adult children. Widespread adoption of observing the tradition has spread among the German, Polish, Belgian and Dutch communities throughout Wisconsin, and is carried out through modern times.

St. Nicholas


If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, "thank you," that would suffice.

Meister Eckhart (c. 1260–c. 1328)
Eckhart von Hochheim, German theologian and mystic

Image: Kenneth G. Libbrecht, SnowCrystals

Friday, December 4, 2009

When You Wish Upon a Star

I only hope that we don't lose sight of one thing - that it was all started by a mouse.

Walt Disney
December 5, 1901 - December 15, 1966

Pointing to Freya

I've always been able to visualize vividly and clearly while meditating. When I first began this spiritual journey a few years ago, it was very easy to automatically and rationally say to myself,

"You're just going a bit bonkers, and the reason that all these Greek Gods are swirling around in your head is because you've always been interested in them and you find the legends fascinating."

I'm a Leo - we like to have proof and dislike others perceiving us as insane.

But shortly thereafter, I started seeing some things play out on my mind-CinemaScope that didn't have an origin in things in which I had shown interest, either previously in my life or currently; these were images in my mind's eye that became harder to rationalize, and that's when my consciousness began to open to wonderful things.

In a meditation, and while looking upon a particularly clear image of Hera and Athena standing before me serenely, both Goddesses slowly and deliberately pointed and looked to their left. Of course, I "looked" where they were pointing and there was another Being - definitely a Goddess - with furious (best way to describe it) auburn hair and wearing a cloak of what appeared to be dark, brownish feathers (with markings, etc.).

That was it. The vision dissipated and I was left to contemplate. The most important messages, I think, are the ones that come and go quickly. They imprint themselves into our memory and we're left with a homework assignment of the spirit: what am I meant to learn from that?

It might be obvious to many reading this that I encountered Freya in my meditation, and this hit me like a lead balloon a few days later (when I luckily searched on 'goddess with feather cape'...why didn't I do that in the first place?).

I understand the concept of things bubbling up from the subconscious, but these were things that I hadn't put in the pot to boil, so to speak. Furthermore, these things weren't being planted subliminally by the television or the internet. Modern culture isn't that fixated on ancient Norse Goddesses.

At any rate, whether I was actually visited in a meditation by an energy current that exists in the Universe as Freya, with all Her trappings and associations; or manifested an image of Freya because of some snippet from somewhere that leaked into my perception - I don't think it really matters. What matters to me is that because of this, I learned more about a facet on the huge diamond of the Divine (Freya would like that image; She has a thing for jewelry.). Learning about Freya helped me to understand how a great many people that once existed on Earth loved the Source, and the process of that learning taught me things about my own Spirit.

Learn all you can. That's what makes the journey worthwhile.

Have a wonderful Freya's Day...

Image: Freya (1901) Johannes Gehrts

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Message of the Day

Confirmation of one's alignment with the Universe is nice when it comes in surprising ways. After a bit of a thoughtful afternoon, I chuckled when this was on my homepage (I have a gadget that randomly displays a famous piece of artwork).

Blessings come in many forms.

San Michele sconfigge Satana
(St. Michael vanquishing Satan)

Raffaello Sanzio
better known as

In my humble...

While undergoing my daily wash of negative energy emanating from the television set (news, one or two talk shows that entertain me occasionally), I found myself becoming very angry at a certain conservative host. Lately when this happens, I've really been trying to analyze what is making my heart rate increase. Why should her opinion affect me so greatly?

Psychologically, it's probably because I feel as if my opinion is inherently less-than. Because I've been programmed by society to feel as if I'm less-than-fully-human because of a range of characteristics that assemble to make me the physical being that I am, I have long thought that whatever I create or think is sub-par. Therefore, when someone is aggressive with their opinion and it conflicts greatly with mine, my fear (of being wrong, thus inadequate) takes hold of my body.

At least, that's my opinion. I'm not a psychologist.

And since knowledge is power, I wanted to know what some of our Ancestors had to say about the big O word, "opinion."

A wise man makes his own decisions, an ignorant man follows public opinion.

Chinese Proverb

I liked that one a lot, but the one that really spoke to me was this one:

“Truth always rests with the minority, and the minority is always stronger than the majority, because the minority is generally formed by those who really have an opinion, while the strength of a majority is illusory, formed by the gangs who have no opinion -- and who, therefore, in the next instant (when it is evident that the minority is the stronger) assume its opinion... while truth again reverts to a new minority.”

Soren Kierkegaard
Danish Philosopher and Theologian
Generally recognized as the first existentialist philosopher

Thank you, Mr. Kierkegaard. I can now have another cup of coffee, and I'll drink to you.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Three Times Charmed

Image: Detail of the Three Graces, La Primavera, Botticelli

The number three is inherently spiritual. Long before I learned the wisdom of the Maiden, Mother, and Crone, I had been taught the concept of the Trinity, the fact that I seem to always sneeze in sets of three, and that celebrities seem to meet Death in triplicate. It is a powerful, powerful number.

Today, after beginning this blog, I had three blessings come to me, for which I am grateful:

1. I resolved a hurt that had been hanging over my head, and was given a sincere apology.
2. I confronted a person from my past and was heard, respected, and affirmed.
3. I was remembered by someone who is dear to me and a fellow traveler on these golden paths of spirituality.

Lately I've been meditating and praying to the Universe for the blessings I know that I will receive, rather than waiting for them to happen and then being thankful afterward.

Power of Three

So far, so good.

My Call

"You will have to call the eagles."

That was it. The words formed clearly and effortlessly in my consciousness, with no fancy modifiers or flowery adjectives. I had no idea what to make of the message. This came to me during what I'll call a "flash" meditation - a super intense daydream when the Universe can slip in some wisdom, lightning fast. Zap. Boom.

I could imagine myself standing on top of a high mountain, wearing a leather gauntlet. Are there such things as "eagle call" whistles? If so, I'd need one, because I can't whistle unaided. I just never had the lips for whistling. The beautiful bird swoops in, its wingspan as wide as I am tall, and lands on my arm - promptly knocking me to the ground.

Maybe not.

Next stop - Google "eagle symbolism." I'm highly visual, and yet this "flash" was unaccompanied by any imagery, really; which I interpret as "stick to the point, find the meaning."

Needless to say, there is a wealth of information on the web regarding the eagle as a symbol throughout the Ages. One could literally spend hours reading literature on the topic. The information confirmed things I already knew, spoke to me on many levels, and generally made me feel less perplexed - obviously the "zap" was a hopeful message - but there was too much information to specifically narrow the meaning as it pertained to my personal path, I thought.

So I've pondered that message for about a year now, maybe longer. Since that time I've gone through emotional, spiritual, and personal highs and lows, as we all do - those of us who are walking with our Gods on a daily basis. And now I've come to this moment in my journey.

I have no idea what I'm doing with this blog. Part of me thinks that it's a manifestation of my Ego, wanting to glean praise for thinking I have a point of view that might be interesting to others. But I've been striving to put my Ego aside, and I've come to this; so hopefully the reason for starting this blog is - truly - to call the Eagles. Maybe I'm meant to reach out to others who have "eagle medicine" in dreams, meditations, visions, etc., during this time of great change in the Universe.

So, for right now, this is my call - this is how I'm going to call the Eagles. I don't know what we all will discover together, but I'm sure that it will be an interesting journey.