Last night the rains came in after a day of sun – newly planted sunflowers, beans and corn rejoice in the earth! I woke up in my brother’s bedroom, gentle light filtering in through green leaves and branches. Moisture and nourishment of Portland in May!
Two cups of coffee and a bagel at the Albina Press in the Mississippi neighborhood, a lunchtime yoga class at the Bhaktishop in Southeast… the abundance of this city, and of this life! Yesterday, a celebration of mothers — mine and all others. Just before waking, I dreamt of the sun, moon and stars clear through the thin atmosphere of earth. Colors bright rich and vibrant, the astral bodies alive, descending, ascending, falling and rising. Big orange sun went down, replaced by the moon, which shed its light upon the land and also finally set, leaving the fading contour of distant mountains. Hands from an infinite crowd, a sea of people, raised up to the blue glow…
Communications with the other realms. Dreams and music and movement and plants and rain and deeply listening all transport us to this place: the dreaming place, the “imaginal commons” that feeds and guides our souls.
Yesterday I walked down SE Stark with a Q’ero shaman – an indigenous man from the high Andes outside of Cusco, Peru. Dressed in colorful, red and black robes head to toe, Don Fransisco strolled down the busy street in the early evening, sun setting over Mt. Tabor, on the way to a ceremony. My father, Wake Wheeler, had brought him here for a series of ceremonies and prayers with groups in Portland and Yachats. Don Fransisco exists at all times between the worlds. In his culture, he is a bridge between his people and the spirits of the land and sky. His life is prayer and gratitude and celebration, every step, word and gesture an offering.
I feel the intention arise, growing like a jungle vine from the depths of my being: I will continue to walk this path, to deepen into this magical life. To find my feet in the earth, my head in the sky, and my heart between… the bridge and the portal through which my soul finds expression in the world.