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• What’s the Piper’s tune
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Dear child of the village,

Yesterday I came across a small black rock tucked into the side pocket of my purse.  On it was etched the Hopi Indian figure of Kokopelli, dancing and piping a compelling song.  

“What does Kokopelli’s song sound like?” I wondered as I put it in my pocket for the day.   I was reminded of our childhood story of the Pied Piper who piped such a magic tune that all the children in the village followed him out of town.

Later in the afternoon when I sat quietly in Will Rogers park, this message came in answer, from the Heart of Love.  It delighted me and I couldn’t wait to share it with you.

The Pied Piper and You
A Message From the Heart of Love

The story of the piper is told in many, many languages, dear friend.  In some cultures it is no longer remembered what the magic song is; in some cultures it is even feared for its hypnotic potency.  Even so, no matter the layers of meanings laid upon it throughout the generations of human time, there remains the evocative symbolism of what is remembered by all, beyond words. (more…)

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• What’s your work in the world?
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Dear Lover of the World,

As I was making my bed this morning I was thinking about the relationship between fun, childlike sensibility and beauty.  I reflected that the childlike perspective is one that’s open, discovering, interested, amazed. My thought was that – with this perspective –  it’s possible to see beauty and delight all around me and at any time.  

I went next to my meditation room to begin my morning contemplations and ruminations.  Still thinking about childlike sensibility – about what it looked like in the adult world – I settled myself to begin my morning time.  Reaching for a Mary Oliver book of poetry called Thirst that lay on my footstool, it opened to this poem that was a delightful continuation of my solo conversation.

Messenger

My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird –
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. (more…)

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Dearest Forgiver of Impossible Things,

Sometimes, especially lately, we find ourselves walking down our own road – reasonably content perhaps – facing forward, headed into the known or unknown as the case may be, when we encounter another going the other way, carrying a great burden.

They seem a stranger but there’s something uncannily familiar in their face. As we pass shoulder-to-shoulder, the center of gravity of their burden suddenly shifts to our shoulders, spinning us ‘round into its sucking draft.

If this happens to you, quite suddenly you find yourself following a piper of the unpleasant past, listening to dissonant tones. Your forward view forgotten, the past rises up like specters of woe or pain.

What looms may be as yet unforgiven – a betrayal by another, or perhaps a memory of yourself in the errors of your own ways. Even those you have forgiven are sometimes seemingly back again. Maybe it’s a criticizing parent or an unloving spouse, a past tormentor. They plague and wrestle with you, bending your mind away from its forward axis. (more…)