What's been coming through for me this summer is that we are past the period of awakening on the planet, not that there's still many who need to awaken to a deeper, more spiritual sense of reality, but that there's a significant harvest of those who have already and we are ready for the next step. I see this firsthand in the galvanizing of conscious communities in Toronto and the world over in my travels. It's exciting and so empowering to feel more comradery among us all as we discover more boundless ways to let go of the competitive hubris of capitalist conditioning to work together as part of a united front of spiritual power.

The worst kind of loss is the one you’re not even aware of. The loss of the wild and our allied wildness is one such loss, haunting us in a multitude of inner-howlings and muffled cries; deep, psychic pains and distant, engulfing yearnings. We may taste it in the devastatingly beautiful awe we feel when we enter into a sublime and immense valley of meandering meadows and lakes surrounded by towering mountains or in the skin-crawling terror that some city slickers can experience in the dark woods at night or in the gargantuan majesty of an evening sky alight with spectacular stars.

I recently had the honour of participating at incredible OM Reunion Solstice Festival, where I also presented four workshops on diverse and inspiring topics, co-facilitated the wondrous BIG LOVE ecstatic dance + shaking offering with my co-captain in bliss, Jesse Buck, and performed at the beautiful HIVE stage on a glorious Sunday morning (video of the WHOLE set below!). It was easily one of the best weeks of my life :)

There is a desire within us all
to stand most high, proud spine expanding
to tousle with the starry wisdom
and the healing heart of Earth;
to preside over the mounting chaos
of a dying age, fearing its expiration
and be vanguards of the new birth
stewarding the lost into finding
in the beautiful creativity weaving the world
awake in golden time.

Sometimes we forget to play, especially those of us front-lining, checking the tyranny with rebellions and trojan horses teeming with secret healing ninja magic. I know because I get somber, oftentimes it seems, and in quiet but also noisy reflections, I've realized on the shining dance floor of ecstatic spaces, and cacao induced affections, my wild-child wants to lead this rebellion too.
 

We stand on the precipice
With winged hearts joyful to take flight
The abyss before us shrouded with a mystery
We're remembering as ally and beloved friend
Behind us are waves coming from a cosmic tide
A galactic centre's song--a storm of exuberant vibration
Suffuse with the great love and great peace
To nourish the creation of a new world
Together, we begin to soar
atop the crests of these interstellar fields washing through us
ferocious with the desire
to honour all creation
manifest the beauty
we know as truth
where all are free
all are one
all are inspired
to unite in the glory
of a mutual dream
of wisdom's reign...