There is a unicorn in your neighborhood.

Song by my son, Adam Bridge

There was a time I ran around town with a unicorn horn on my head. Once or twice people made jokes that showed they didn’t get it. Once a man I told me was afraid of being impaled on it. I told him that as long as he approached me with innocence and respect he had nothing to worry about. He scurried quite quickly out the door, perhaps spilling a drop of two of coffee on his way. But by and large people received the way I embodied that energy with wonder.

A middle aged man with a ponytail told me in front of the corn and carrots, “I’ve waited my whole life to meet a unicorn.” I did tiny acts of kindness like buying people coffee and twice, I ran into the same person I’d bought coffee for and they returned the favor, or something similar. It didn’t matter what sex, race, age, culture or sexual ID/ orientation people were - everyone appreciated the energy it brought into the room, and when asked why I wore it, I would tell people “To remind people of the innocence and wonder and love at the heart of life, and to believe in the miraculous side of life - the “impossible.” I found resonance with people without homes, CEOs, construction workers, young professionals and grandparents. Although it is safe to say my connection with unicorn/pegasus has been with me since childhood, the horn wearing began with a hat I found at the grocery store, made in Peru, fair trade: a corn on the cob horn with a yarn mane of a wild rainbow. It was so out there that it, combined with my smile, caused nearly everyone to break into a spontaneous grin. In the spring I stopped wearing it because, well it was too hot! But people around my neighborhood missed it and enough people kept telling me that it made them happy, and it certainly didn’t hurt me to wear it, so eventually got a headband version.

At a certain that coincided with when people started become more politically charged, the headband also started to become looser. It began to fall off periodically. I went on retreat with a woman who goes by Shelley Sun and during that retreat a couple of things happened: One I got projected onto by certain members of the group. Two, the blessing that came out of it was Shelley channeled that I had reached a point in my development where the whole “Life is a mirror” thing didn’t work the same way where other people’s behavior reflects your own shit, but that my mirror had gotten clean enough that it was reflecting their stuff. When my horn fell off just as we were doing a photo shoot on a big log at the beach, she told me, “You don’t need it anymore.”

And sure enough, I remember crystal clear the day I knew it would be my last time wearing it. I went from being very publicly active, both in being recognized around my neighborhood and to an extent other places, and being involved in my community to slow feeling led to step back or completely withdraw.

I chose other paths of giving joy to the world, even as I went through various challenges. I danced in the neighborhood, on snowbanks and down the street and across the sidewalk. I chalked unicorns and kitties and loving messages. And bit by bit my husband took over a lot of the earlier roles I played, speaking truth in a humorous way at the grocery store, doing random acts of kindness and so forth. It was really fun to see him integrate aspects of my self like that. And he continues to do that. For example, yesterday I sent him to check on our friend, who is doing great, by the way. And I had the nudge to ask my son to go with him. My husband was led to drive slow on the road on their way back. The timing worked out such that, just as a women was about to run over her beloved cat (my husband I had actually med this woman and her cat a long time ago,) my son yelled out the window, “Watch out for the cat,” most likely ended up saving the cats life, and the woman’s heart from the devastation of not only losing her cat, but feeling all that would have likely come with being the one to roll the wheel over it.

At a different moment in the day, I suddenly heard, “pastries,” and asked my husband if it was time to get some. He agreed, and ended up reporting back that he felt he had channeled me, but in his own style to provide very helpful advice to one of my friends who works at the pastry shop. Had it been me, it would have been more long and drawn out, but with him it was so to the point: Having seen her reading a textbook related her psychotherapy, my husband asked how school was going. She expressed some hesitancy and said she was wondering if it was okay to be sad and be a therapist. My husband looked at her and said, “Of course! It makes you an even better therapist if you understand what it is to be sad!”

Sadness and joy are not strangers in my life. Feeling it all is the key to being whole a world that is full of heartbreaking things, but also a world that is inviting us to remember the heart womb we all have that can birth divine, new realities. We all have a heartwomb.

The below includes an audio of the piece I did on why no one should be drafted.

And for those of you who loved the story about my mail carrier Alisha, here is the story of the saving of the stump:

A few weeks ago a little unicorn in the neighborhood asked me to dress up for Halloween. I asked her she would like me to be. She said, “Unicorn. Of course.” And I felt the resonance that I would indeed get a new horn - not to wear out and about all the time, but for Halloween, for the kids. I also promised my friend who wasn’t feeling well that I would show him pics. So yesterday my husband took this picture of me with my unicornness going on.

Everyone is where they are at - even you, even me. We all live within the Source - and

That Source is LOVE

That Source embodies as you. That Source is all of us

We come from the No-thing

And the Light

Honoring both

Helps us birth Creations Aright

In Oneness

In Freedom

In Honoring All

Comes the Sovereign Celebration

Of Harmony

The Call

For a Sovereign Harmony

Unity

Unco-opted

What if those who have forgotten remembered?

Instead of having children dismembered?

What if those who have become inverted

Taking pleasure in the suffering of others

Or becoming callous to believe

Their Utopia demands the sacrifice

Of those who don’t meet their snuff

Or get in the way when they want to

Abuse, rape, be rough

Without consequence

Choosing gaslighting

And shaming and

Patriarchy

As their defense

Popped that dent back out

To the shape of their innocence

Turned that consciousness tee-shirt right side out

Because EVIL is live backwards

What if everyone who is an evil doer, even to the point of identifying with the evil done as pleasure - which is my definition of evil - popped that inversion

Chose to end Lucererian dreams

Became the LOVE

That is the True Source

Of All

Uninvert

LIVE

LIVE

This is my friend Stubbs/Stumps/Stubby.

This is an interesting video of the sky that includes a mantra