tuesday cells rejoice….

every morning when i listen to kd’s “baba hanuman”, i feel my cells take off their grey night cloaks, face the inner sun within, and turn into peach colored balls of light.  it’s the best feeling.  joy for simply being.  the power of transmission.  the power of love.  struggles i face are only rooted in the forgetting of love.  the cells forgotten, make the mind forget, make the heart focus on things like anxiety and regret. it’s a domino effect.  watched a video this morning on an animal communicator named anna.  she helped a powerful black panther transform from an angry human hating isolate (due to previous human abuse in a zoo) into a free happy being.  she taught the panther’s owner, a cop turned preservationist, about the reality of animal communication, and now he implements it with all of his rescued cats.  the panther was renamed from diablo to spirit.  from diabolical to loving.  and it was the panther who made all of it happen, by the power of his presence, as he shared with anna in pictures, how he’s never been seen for who he really is, and expected to be all these things he is not, feeling deeply hurt as a result.  reminds me of the human race.  how we are treated like diablos, sinners, workers needing to earn happiness, bad people needing to find good outside of ourselves.  the bullshit of this.  but unlike the panther, many have lost touch with their inner truth.  feels to me, like the only way out, is for as many people as can be, to remember who they really are, and to change the world this way.  not through hollering at the oppression, calling it bad, projecting back what is handed to us.  not ignoring the oppression and finding false refuge in it’s glittering bobbles either.  but to recognize inner truth and through feeling it…and being the creatures we really are, allowing truth to take up more and more presence, until the false falls.  i am doing this is stages, changing myself to lead by example.  weeding out the false stories and finding beauty in stories narrated by my mango colored cells.  waking up to joy through krishna das, nature, friendship, my yoga practice, sacred service, music, art, which all reduces to this inner feeling that generates all on its own….while having a sense of humor underneath, beating her black wings.  said hi to a crow the other day and i felt it listen to me, sort of shocked i said hello to it.  that was fun.  sometimes i feel so in love with animals, they are all i think about.  like this morning.  what a beautiful thing, the cop turning into a cat rescuer.  as humans, there is so much we can do.  dedication makes it happen.  me, i am a writer, painter, lover, healer and maybe a gardener, cook, and animal tender too.  what are you?  we label and name, make ceremony, and play the game.  today the silky grey sky turns to cornflower blue, slowly, as the thick cloud cover dissipates.  seattle is ready to radiate again, after softening us in her lunar embrace.  walking around the hill last night, i felt thirsty for the balmy air, as if the world was underwater, and i could not get enough to drink….intoxicated by earth’s sustenance….possibly sensing the hot and dry approaching and needing more of the lunar balmy before the summer time hits.  it’s gonna be a good one, i can tell…