Reverend Heather MacLachlan

05/16/2025

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times …
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

- Rabindranath Tagore

[Image: Love's Testament (1898) painting by Irish-born artist Phoebe Anna Traquair (1852-1936).]

The Smart Witch by Elizabeth

05/16/2025

12/11/2024

It’s as though we are living between two worlds. One world is filled with intimations of chaos, the other with glimmers of hope and possibility. Being back on the road again, I’m reminded of the goodness in people as we grapple with this extraordinary moment in history.

Many say Americans are apathetic, but I don’t think so. I feel a lot of people are just kind of frozen, almost paralyzed in this moment, disbelieving that we are where we are. Trying to figure out what to do.

But this isn’t a moment about figuring out what to do, because too much isn’t really known yet. It’s a moment to dedicate ourselves to who we can be. That’s the only way to fortify ourselves, to create the nervous system that will allow us to both endure and transform these times in which we live.

Having been through what I’ve been through over the last year and a half, I look at the world with different eyes. I said all the things that people are saying now are what we should have been saying. Ya think? I feel I’ve experienced thousands of years of womanhood speaking from the bottom of an ocean.

I feel gratitude for everyone who supported my campaign, if possible even more than I did at the time. We tried. And to those of you who listened to me before, or might be thinking that yeah maybe we should’ve listened to her more then, hear me now. I don’t know how, but I feel it in my gut. We are going to be OK.

But you can’t go to bed, pull the covers over your head and say “Tell me when all this is over.” This isn’t a time for checking out, this is a time for checking in. For facing the challenges in our own, individual lives, taking responsibility for our own mistakes and forgiving other people for their. Doing the inner work so we can be available for the outer work.

Rehearsal is over. these are the times, and we are the people, that will determine what happens now. This is not a time to cower. Turn on every light within your consciousness, of love and forgiveness and peace. Bless instead of blame, forgive instead of judge, stand up for what is right and true, and we will be OK.

09/23/2024

Coming back. Home again Home again, Jiggity Jig. The Blue Ridge Mountains. A VERY QUICK trip!

05/12/2024

The word Toltec, as you’ve probably learned by now, means artist. The ancient Toltecs were artisans in the practical sense, but the word also had philosophical implications. It still does. A good Toltec strives to be the artist of his own dream and his own destiny.  But what actually defines an artist– any kind of artist? Well, here are a few tips:
👁️ An artist has an eye for beauty. 
🌻 An artist looks for wonder everywhere– in the physical world and the virtual world.
🦅 An artist has vision– the ability to see what isn’t readily seen by others.
🖋️ An artist is able to express that vision and share it with the rest of humanity. 
❤️‍🔥 An artist is willing to surrender to life’s creative force…to be thoughtless, and in love. 
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