Anscetors Mandala

June 25, 2013

6.23.2013 ~Joshua Tree

I’ve come to this place deep inside me where it feels like there is thorn or block obstructing the flow of life’s greatest gifts and rewards.  I kept sensing dispar or just wanting to quit….everything.  I’m tired of doing, being active, taking action to move life along for the sake of accomplishment and success.  My committment to my dreams, projects and circles was waning.  Motivation weakening.  Inspiration becoming cynical.

I have everything to be grateful for.  My dome home is upon completion, my drum medicine continues momentum and friends, family and romance  are flourishing…the message I kept hearing was “Let go and allow.  Surrender.  Let go, let go, let go.”  Such an uncomfortable place in my psyche, body and soul.

Mini rituals alleviate  the angst…on with it…..let it go!!!!  Praying, meditating, calling on associates to reveal a message on my behalf led me to this message from the Ancestors.

“And so, the dream came true. What say you NOW Goddess?”

We say our Heart’s Desire, this dream, is nothing more than our ecstatic elation born from imagination. We imagined so much more and thought all we had to do is dream it awake. It’s a bit uncomfortable as the dream continues to reveal itself. Especially uncomfortble in the allowing for revalations.

“This is the growth of our humanity’s journey. What will you do NOW Goddess?”

We give up!

 

Ancestors Mandala

 

 

In this moment, I give up!  I surrender. I let go.  This is what the moment is calling for NOW and from this I am reminded that giving up IS being alive.

To be alive is a birth rite that we all embody.  Embody this rite; show up, be accountable and present. Being present, most of all, is the acknowledgment of being alive.

WE GIVE UP AND WE ARE ALIVE!!

 

 

Birthing it easy

October 15, 2012

Birthing  Easy
October 14, 2012
As we approach and enter this time in humanities evolution, the cosmos and prophecies of potent spiritual cultures say that we are stepping into our fullest potential of who we are to become. All that we aspire to be and want to bring to our children, our communities and the world is happening now. This is the time when what no longer serves us must be let go. For if not, our true essence of who we are that is emerging with great force to LIVE, will emerge with more discomfort.

Sometimes I think I may have taken on more than I can handle and get tired of being part of the “strong and inspiring” dream club. Doing life my way and out of the box only to follow my heart’s desires and Spirits calling ***breathe*** is the only way I continue to find the peace within.

How do we find the endurance that called us to the dream we are meant to meet?

Let us make it easy on ourselves. Do our work to LET IT GO. Walk into nature and appreciate the beauty of life. Seek support from someone who may simply hold your head on their shoulder and let you cry. Light a candle and take a bath. Do something wonderful for ourselves!!!
Seek the silence between the beats and pray, meditate, walk and listen for the stillness.

Peace Within~18" elk hide, cedar hoop, sterling silver, abolone shell

Peace Within~18″ elk hide, cedar hoop, sterling silver, abalone shell

This is the Peace that is born from letting go.

Drum Medicine

May 26, 2012

Maria Theresa in reverance to the Cedar for her drum hoop

I recently traveled to Mexico to sit, journey and remember my true potential.  In the months preceding, fear had taken me and thrown me into submission….a place where I cried out for help to never return.  While in Tequisquiaspan, Traditional Plant Medicine carrier,  Maria Theresa Venezuela, became my guide and guardian as I embarked on a journey to clear a deep seeded fear that has plagued me and others from fully becoming our authentic selves and living our birth right as passed down through our lineage.  Ceremonies of Sweat Lodge and Plant Medicine gave way to profound life changing events which occurred within me  and, there is no mistake, within  all of humanity as well.  For I believe, we are each a reflection of our humanity and all of life.

Rosario Sarria and her new birth

“The Drum beat begins and a connection to the beat of Mamma, to  Humanity and, to Pappa create a sound wave vortex that leads us to the sound between the beats and other realms.  Webs are woven and then the web begins to expand into the fifth dimension as it forms into a bridge, a tunneling spiral igniting a momentum to touch the Celestials and bore deep into the Earth at the same time.  The ground shivers and shakes as bolts of lightning shoot up out of the Earth acknowledging the light beam of love we have sent her.  Colors and swirls of light spin in and around our heads as the Spiraling Infinity soars to the Heavens and down into the Earth as our hearts remain to be the point of conception.”

“The time is now  to step into our fullest potential of power in this lifetime.

Come!!! Be  in Ceremony (celebration) of being all that you can be.  Drum Medicine!!

on the steps of the Temple of Sun, Teotihuacan


Do not be fooled.  This BIG THING can look like anything even if it’s as simple as re-learning how to walk on the Earth with a confident stride.  Embrace with Gratitude to be alive.

remembering how to walk again


in a windswept deseert

January 10, 2012

moments of bliss be
come distant memories as
time passes the sand 

Wind swept desert at sunset

 

 

As the events of this New Year’s past, I find myself reaching and almost gripping onto the memories of  ceremony and song.  In the twilight of this mornings sleep, I try to hide in the slumber to continue the Dream where my Soul and Spirit thrive.  Time and Space move out of illusion once again.

” When the wind blows its mighty gusts of change and kiss the cheeks of Mamma, the sand particle is windswept onto its renewed journey.”

I am reminded that in one breath and in one mighty exhale a new journey has begun.  Welcome….once again.

 

 

Journal Entry

December 28, 2011

****the winds of change are howling….i can hear the momentum building in the far distance….coming upon us like a heard of wild horses*****

Stamford Museum and Nature Center December 31, 2011

Sunday July 24, 2011, Poway, 8:30ish am

In the last few weeks, the women in my immediate circle have been experiencing candida symptoms and bacterial infections. Although their cases
are individual, I see in the universal mapping that this discord is not isolated.
While working with a Joshua Tree local Shaman of  a couple of days ago, the messages revealed “lack of self worth, deceit, power control and suicide”.  Coyotes have howled their laughter almost nightly in the last week, “You think it is, but it isn’t.”

I would like to remind us to nurture ourselves, speak to the core truth, have faith and ask for help and support. The work we are doing on behalf of Earth Mother and on behalf of humanity is not going unnoticed.

Last night, after I navigated clear new waters of my role as a mother, I was guided to go to the ocean and listen to Grandmother speak from the whispers of the waves. Upon my arrival, I dipped my toes in the tepid salt water and blessed my crown, heart and belly with sprinkles of the Ocean Waters. “Sit and take in the Beauty.”

On my way back to Poway (where I have been invited to stay during my visits to San Diego), the roads are dark on this country road that is lined with small horse ranch homes and the valley is an official Wildlife Preserve.

I saw a four-legged in the distance which I first thought was a dog or coyote at the edge of a drive, “Probably sniffing the trash cans.” As I approached
cautiously a Doe stepped into the road in front of my car. I stopped. She looked ahead as if she were to go across the street but instead turned back to the driveway. I began to move forward, watching her go back to up the driveway and then her mate appeared. A Buck with a rack of mature antlers.

He came down the drive way and stood in front of my car. My mouth dropped open and I was in awe. After a minute or so, he decided to move back into the trees as I began to drive slowly down the road.  He took on a grand prance and disappeared into the woods.

Elder Sister, Brother Deer thank you for showing us the gentleness that is on the other side of having come through the cycles discord. “Breath.”

We are blessed to be alive!


The Journey~April 2011

April 17, 2011

April 2011 Newsletter

Greetings!

At Bonita Domes we are practicing living a life of sustainability within community.
We are living and working together using the two trailers for our kitchen and community dining. An outdoor hot shower is the best part at the end of the day besides looking back at the magnificent sculptures we co-created. Our compost bin is going strong and eventually WWOOFERs will be invited to grow our garden.

The plans were approved by the county and our crew of 7, including me, are now camping on site, in cars, trailers and, of course, domes. In the last three weeks we completed two Sleep Pods and some retaining walls as we ramp up the flow and rhythm to building the Triple Dome home, the main structure. We are currently preparing to lay the first bag next week.

Sacred geometry are our guides as the arches, circles and friction come to life through the four elements, earth, wind, fire and water AND our desire and passion to meet our calling of being Earth Builders.

Divine orchestration has brought to our crew an inspired drum maker and last weekend was spent making mini ashikos and shamanic drums.

We are great-full to our experience of a simple life here in the desert of Joshua Tree….as we awake every morning like big kids ready to play in a giant sandbox. We are grateful to all the volunteers, crew members and visitors for continued support and inspiration.

If you would like to have more information, participate or visit the Bonita Domes Project, please email your inquiry to bonitadomes@att.net.

Bonita Domes Project:
What motivates you?
What is your goal for the project?
What is your communication style?
What are three most important values living with others?

May this find you embraced and in rhythm of our Sacred Parents!

with Love,
Lisa