My friend's mother put bacon grease in the pumpkin pie

Stream of consciousness including a conversational politics, emotions and why not picking a fight isn't sacrificing your truth

I was lying in bed, having just laid aside a fiction book I reading in a series by Lynn Mann. I was reflecting on ecosystems and the innate uniqueness in everyone, though we are part of the same whole. And since I was a child I have had a deep, unstoppable longing to see two things that are interrelated:

The world flourishing and at peace

Individual, sovereign human beings connected to their divine spark, giving their gifts to the world, joyously, so that abundance for all happens naturally, as a simple matter of course, the way a river flows its course.

I went to REI today and got a new pair of gloves for myself and my son - just in time, no less. I asked the individual facilitating our payment “How’s your gratitude been?” I know it sounds like a weird way to ask a question, but it just came out like that…and he said, “I try to practice gratitude all year long.”

In her Heaven on Earth Prayer Collective call, Kaia Ra was talking about how her truth is to be in resonance with gratitude, and to in no way shame people who celebrate Thanksgiving, but also to have awareness and understand the history of the genocide that happened (and I would argue is still happening) to the indigenous people of North and South America.

For me, it has always been deeply disturbing when positive emotions are paired with horrifying events. So I always seek ways, often light hearted but also sincere, to help disentangle the association, while uplifting the vibe and not making people feel bad about whatever their choice is about how they relate to holidays that have an “ick” factor to them that is paired with the celebratory-ness factor.

For example, I have one friend who told me about how his mom made bacon pumpkin pie. He shared, “I like bacon. Like just bacon. Or a blt. But I’m not so into bacon in everything.”

If you are vegan, I apologize if humor about bacon is disturbing to you. The bacon is not the point of this story.

He went on to share he really enjoyed spending time with his mother even though he wasn’t so into the bacon grease in his pumpkin pie. So I said, “Well you know it’s not too late for a pumpkin pie without the bacon grease. You could always schedule a pumpkin pie die when it’s late winter and you’re soooooo ready for it be over…and have it be gratitude day. If it caught on, we could switch Thanksgiving to late winter and disentangle the very beautiful focus of gratitude from a genocide.”

He was all over it and we had a fabulous talk about the world. I updated him on the fact that a certain battallion in a certain Slavic country that actually is a neo Nazi group is funded by the same guy who funded a certain President who first played one on TV (Not Trump, he didn’t actually play President on his TV show, though there’s little difference between governments and corporations, so I guess, yeah, maybe,) and then funded that same guy’s whole campaign, including his car. So it doesn’t actually matter if President Z is of a certain background, he is still funded by the same individual who has been under investigation for years for bank crimes, and funded the battalion of my ass. My friend got it, and we talked about all the stuff where there are real issues, but the way they are handled is often just virtue signaling. He sighed. I reminded him that more people than ever are waking up. And when we withdraw our energy from those who harm, annhilate and disempower through division, and we focus on joy, on a resonance of love, on gratitude, on how beautiful diversity is when we remember our oneness, those agendas run out of fuel. They just can’t go forward another inch. It is our radiance that transcends sinister stuff, and when we join hands, it can literally change the way that our reality shapes up.

You wave. You matter.

You are sovereign. You are holy. You are sacred. You are free to be you. You are an expression of God’s love. If you want, you can be God’s very expression in the world. We all can. This is how God moves: Through you, through me, through a few friends. Through a kind act that isn’t for show, but another sees it and gets inspired. Through discernment that refuses cynicism and opts instead for the childlike joy, wonder and curiosity.

One of my favorite pasttimes is hop on and off the side walk, sometimes through in a little twirl or spin-jump.

What’s yours?

Another friend joined us, and the three of us, plus my husband, continued our conversation about how we can bring peace in times that are not only divisive but intentionally divisive. ‘I think it’s all about developing the connection before you talk about what you believe, so that someone already cares about another person before they find out they might disagree about something possibly triggering.’

“Yeah,” I said, cause then you can be like, “I love you. I don’t have to agree with you. I love you. So of course I don’t want to kill you.”

I’m not talking jealous Eros love. I’m talking about the love that comes from heart centered affection and appreciation that includes a care, a desire for the other to flourish and a compassion for them if they are struggling or in need or a desire to stand up for them in they are in danger.

In the same Heaven on Earth Prayer Collective, Kaia Ra shared about her relationship with an Elder who transitioned, having been the closest person she’s known to a father….and about how there IS a herd of white buffalo, whom she believes are both a new species and the fulfillment of the prophecy of White Buffalo Woman. She shared about how sacred her relationship with this man was, including the struggles, that inevitably come with a close relationship, and how she was able to grieve by his body for two whole days. She shared about how we are in a time in between….where we are still in some ways processing a lot of intensity - perhaps grief or other intense emotions we didn’t know we had, yet also filled with the visions of a lighter, more uplifting future to come.

This feels true to me. It occurred to me in a session I had with someone this morning that expansion requires discipline.

Of course we all want to be our most expansive self. But we all have habits that can drag us back into usual ways of coping that just aren’t up to the job of helping us live with joy and compassion in a trigger happy world that is composting itself before our very eyes.

Shit makes good fertilizer. Now more than ever, focusing on the innocent nature we all share deep down can help us be more light hearted when we may inadvertently trigger each other. We are sorting out who we are becoming what we are birthing for our best and most wonderful future by how we handle what comes up for us.

The woman I was working with this morning reminded me its not about analysis any more for me. I’ve got that one. It’s about feeling things in my body, de-identifying with them and then being able to simply refocus.

The feel of touching my own fingers as I pause from typing. The resonance I feel when my son plays the piano song he just created. I suggested a title, he improved a whole new song. It’s called, “The Way Home.”

We are all walking The Way, each in our own way. That is sacred! We are sovereign! We are each a holy hologram of Source-Light-Love!

If we are lucky and brave to shine our light, live our truth and express ourselves authentically, so we can be felt and seen, we can find one another, so we can share the journey and have a lot of fun along the way.

We are all praying the prayer together for wholeness for our family of light and life, and for our sacred, beautiful Mother Earth, Sophia Gaia. May we all prosper in peace, harmony and joy!

“I am the living prayer of the one who is praying this prayer through my human body.” ~ (From White Buffalo Women’s Chapter) The Sophia Code, p. 297

I remember long ago hearing in a charismatic church that joy is spiritual warfare. I would now understand that is a higher resonance that washes out the lower.

We don’t have to battle with arguments (we can stand up for what is in our hearts and be in the discernment of our minds and speak the wisdom of our soul when it feels right to do so, much more effectively when we are more focused on the prayer than on winning the point.

I am a lover of truth/Truth so I never really aligned with “It’s better to be happy than to be right.” My mother also said my first words were negotiating and I would make a good lawyer. My husband agrees, but also respects it isn’t my calling or path. What I realized finally (though I need often to remind myself,) is that in my Truth, Love is more important than being right. Love is simply a higher truth than winning an argument. It doesn’t mean I leave the ground of my inner truth. It just means I am only a warrior when I am led to be, unless I forget and have to forgive myself!

It is more important to be love than to be “right,” - and even if I happen to be right, it’s only one perspsective and there is undoubtedly a higher one is which my rightness is totally moot and the whole thing is a funny and engaging story we all made to act out, so as to allow God to experience Herself in a myriad of unique ways.

If the goal is not to make another wrong, but to see how we can live symbiotically, we can ask what each has to contribute and how we might live in peace and help one another prosper.

I lay there in bed, thinking about ecosystems and contribution economies and how much joy it gives me to see people truly shining their authentic selves, liberated from shoulds that dim their light and joyously giving their gifts to the world…and I saw this image of a Tree and it was decorated somewhere between Christmas and Easter, but more like Easter, with eggs that had lists of qualities, abilities and gifts that each person has to offer, simply by being who they are and acting on that grace.