The Golden Thread

08/01/2024

Today is my mama Wendy’s 74th birthday! We are celebrating her thoroughly! Keep donating and sharing to support her healing and living with an extremely rare form of ovarian cancer. The twists and turns keep us on our toes…(I shared a brief update in the gofundme.) Through this harrowing rollercoaster of so many wild unknowns there is the most beautiful, indescribable love that carries us through. Your support matters and we thank you!🩷

In February of this year, our beloved mama Wendy (Mother to All) was diagnose… Chloe Burger needs your support for Wendy’s Healing from Ovarian Carcinosarcoma

03/26/2024

02/11/2024

If you have been turned against your own body, the land that holds you, or another human being, you have been conned. If your reaction to perverse greed and mass murder is disdain of a group of people who have no control over their government’s actions, you have been misled and are veering away from the creation of a reality (inner and outer) where all people are safe to exist, belong, heal and thrive. We are not each other’s enemies.

The abject horrors of war, genocide, ethnic cleansing, manufactured poverty, displacement and other purposeful side effects of the colonial experiment shatter hearts, bodies and minds across time and space. It is nothing new yet it is my sense that this behavior is a complete disconnection from Source and an aberration from our deepest and most expansive nature. Our cells, tissues, organ systems, energetic systems, emotions, thoughts— and the lost energies that attach themselves inside our wounding—are so multi-generationally damaged by the lineage of domination and its insidious expressions, that blind destruction and pitiful grasps at power can appear as the only course of action—which is a horrific illusion that could not be further from the truth.

My prayers never end for the release of this distortion of somehow getting safety and freedom from destroying sentient beings, disregarding the spirits of the land or ignoring the cries of ancestors who know better; for the clarity to strike like lightning in the hearts and minds of the war mongers and their haunted decaying mansions built over desecrated bones; for falsehoods to fall, for the terror to cease, for the suffering to end not just in this lifetime but in all of them.

If you can walk yourself and your loved ones through the portals of transformation that offer no guaranteed other side, except the soft body birthing of new life while hearts crack and crumble simultaneously, through the unbearable weight of loss upon loss—-then you have been set free, through the purging, churning transmutations, into a devotion only to Love, to the Great Mystery that holds it all.

01/12/2024

❤️‍🔥Happy birthday to my beloved Grant! ❤️‍🔥

Celebrating you! Your heart is truly the most beautiful. You make me laugh harder than almost anyone, your love is exquisite and true. Let’s keep up the good Capricorn work to anchor love and realness through this burning world (in style, and with the best music.) Keeping the hearth fires burning bright, holding fast with you!

A picture of us from last night on my birthday and his birthday eve, I see our inner children here. 🥰

01/11/2024

Today I turn 39, signaling the start of my 40th revolution around the star that each day nourishes life on earth. The more I learn, the less I know. The more I love, the more I let go. Just made that up, something to ponder. These days I stay with sensations rather than making sense. It is all a practice. Growing up is wild—our capacity expands to hold all of the parts and expressions of us we have been, are and will be—navigating this world (which contains many worlds) is hard and heartbreaking, soft and tender, and an astonishingly beautiful privilege I do not take for granted—I am very fortunate, and life is still fragile. Life on earth & in-body is weird, but I am weirder. I am devoted to real love and all the ways that expresses through me. The initiations continue and my aim is imperfect, exquisite presence. 🤍 AND THANK YOU to all the extraordinary souls—friends, family, clients, animals, plants, benevolent spirit helpers, ancestors, etc who make my life so beautiful.

Ok, a favorite poem, Remember by Joy Harjo:

“Remember the sky that you were born under,
know each of the star’s stories.
Remember the moon, know who she is.
Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the
strongest point of time.
Remember sundown
and the giving away to night.
Remember your birth,
how your mother struggled
to give you form and breath.
You are evidence of
her life, and her mother’s, and hers.
Remember your father. He is your life, also.
Remember the earth whose skin you are:
red earth, black earth, yellow earth,
white earth brown earth, we are earth.
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their tribes, their families,
their histories, too.
Talk to them,
listen to them. They are alive poems.
Remember the wind.
Remember her voice.
She knows the
origin of this universe.
Remember you are all people
and all people are you.
Remember you are this universe
and this universe is you.
Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.
Remember language comes from this.
Remember the dance language is, that life is.
Remember.”

01/07/2024

Even when the hand that reaches and chooses is less than steady, the medicine is practicing presence, entrusting myself to take my whole self along for the ride, through every part of the sacred process.

Wade deeply
in the widest opening
before the waning,
the tenderness of letting go
to call in
the courage to let your inner sun
light up the path before you—
the step-by-step,
create-as-you-go path,
the path that feels intimate
because you understand
it is your inner world
turned inside out,
when one foot lands in front of the other
and there’s a hand-to-heart pause,
where you find your
shadows dancing
in the glow of the star
that each day offers you life.
It is the kind of offering
that is impossible to ignore
but easy to retreat from.
What is coming
will come,
until then
be inside the gold of now
feel the warmth
of the daydream
that has carried you here.
See how it becomes real when you’re ready,
how it feels solid under hands
you recognize as your own,
even when they’ve changed
so many times
they feel as foreign
as they feel familiar.
Notice how the miracle of allowing
what is opening today
will meet you in another form
on another day,
and how without thinking
you receive the sweetness of morning light
touching eyes awake
greeting what has come to meet them.
Grace is effortless.
The only requirement
is arriving here
with intention
and a heart soft enough to pulse open,
and solid enough
to sense
celebrate
and grieve
all that is dying
and being born,
all of us
here together.

12/29/2023

The dream of the earth beckons our own dreamings, when we are still enough to listen, when we are willing to let something change, letting go of our grip of what was as it becomes something else.

Awareness of all that has come before and all that will come after I am gone broadens the context of my existence. To feel myself as a conglomeration of everything that has ever been and will be is a welcomed dissolution, after which always comes a merging, and then— an emerging.

Just as the body carries through its cells the songs and sorrows of ancestral memories, so does the land from which we have emerged. The incomprehensible vastness of geological and cosmological change over time holds us like an infant in our own evolution, a tiny, brilliant, wildly narrow-sighted flash in the pan whose industrious ideas and haunted actions have irreversibly altered what comes next. Our fervent desires for more, our hoarding and extraction, our inventions of ease and distorted ideas of belonging—whose impact has become dis-ease & war—will not be unfelt for generations to come.

Moving through deep time, we become smaller and simultaneously larger, settling into the terrain of present time that pulses with past and future. If I listen to the rhythm beneath the rhythm I can hear it. If I close my eyes to see, I can see it. The dreams of what is yet to come are woven into the memories of all that has come before. Our ability to contemplate, reflect, be still, and reconnect our our felt sense of belonging to this earth, this universe, and each other, is important. Our willingness to grieve and to love is vital. Otherwise we risk rupturing beyond repair our sacred relationship to the whole of life—at least in this lifetime and the next few. We risk not seeing more, feeling more, and creating something beyond what we can currently comprehend or even imagine. May our actions be focused on a deepening of care and carrying forth the Spark and Spirit of wholeness.

“Deep time is not an abstract, distant prospect, but a spectral presence in the everyday. The irony of the Anthropocene is that we are conjuring ourselves as ghosts that will haunt the very deep future.” David Farrier

12/22/2023

“When the Blessed One had said these things, he greeted them all. ‘Peace be with you!’ he said. Acquire my peace within yourselves! Be on your guard so that no one deceives you by saying, ‘Look over here!’ or ‘Look over there!’ For the child of true Humanity exists within you. Follow it! Those who search for it will find it.’” From The Gospel of Mary🌹❤️‍🔥