To Be Witnessed...



If I can't understand yet why I am on this journey– could you please show me I am on

the right path, how I might be of service...


When you put out a call from your heart...the Universe usually hears you... And if you are open to receiving whatever the answer is....and not what you think it should or expect it be...the Universe can respond in short order...


No sooner than having driven a couple of hours out of Santa Fe, I pulled into a rest stop just east of Gallup, New Mexico. As I got out of the car, I heard a woman cry, "Help! Help me! Please?" as she leaned over another woman. It was her mother–who'd collapsed and had a heart attack on the way to the restroom. Their two dogs in their wagon–a Basset Hound barking and howling in front, and a Pit Bull against the back window.


I called 911 though she'd called but wasn't sure if she'd told them where she was...and on a cell that makes all the difference. Once certain they knew, I squatted down beside her... She was crying silently and breathing in small gasps as her mother lay on the cement walk unable to move and barely audible. I rubbed her back and held her mother's other hand as the minutes ticked and the breeze cut the day and the sound of the highway streamed behind us, both of us re-assuring her mother, "They're coming...they'll be here very shortly...very shortly..."


When the ambulance arrived, and they loaded her mom on a gurney and into the ambulance, they suggested she was too upset to drive, so I offered to wait until a friend came to retrieve the dogs. The car could wait until later...


As the ambulance drove off, I turned to the car and slowly let the dogs out one at a time. I walked them–then got Ruby out. Ruby squatted and then laid down in front of the Hound and rolled on her back until the Hound seemed assured she was nothing threatening. The Pit ran around in grey circles entangling the leashes, and then we all sat on the dry grass in a tangled web of rope and paws.


We stayed there for sometime....walking the area....sitting on the dry grass and dirt and sharing the treats I had in the car for Ruby. And then as they all three began to settle, I realized, I didn't even know the young woman's name, nor the mother's... I had told her my name but I couldn't remember her giving me hers.


As I sat there talking to the dogs, listening to the trucks passing and looking into the distance of the New Mexico landscape, I thought, "Ok. You're right. This is enough–to be exactly where we are in the right moment, because we never know how we might be needed, how we suddenly might be uplifted into purpose. And sometimes, we're needed in ways we don't allow ourselves to be present to because we're too busy looking for something different– something that 'looks' more spiritual, has the appearance of spirituality. But what could be more spiritual, humanly divine, than a woman struggling with her life?


When the young woman's friend, Alice, showed up, I learned their names were Marcie and Nancy...


"Marcie and Nancy..." I repeated.... "Marcie and Nancy..."


"And the dogs?"


"Juniper, the Pit, and Haiti, the Hound." By that time, Juniper, was rubbing her head into my legs...


And then just like that, after several niceties, we hauled them into Alice's white Jeep and off they drove back to Santa Fe....


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For two days now, I have been in Sedona, Arizona, and the energy is wide and deep and high. Somehow, it was the place I wanted to be for the Eclipse and the Super Blood Moon in Leo this January. A Blood Moon and an Eclipse to activate endings, beginnings, and the shedding of things that no longer align... An Eclipse of deep waters and re-birthing, an Eclipse to release old patterns and bring closure.... An opportunity to bring in the new by releasing the old...


I stopped this morning in a Starbuck's not far from where I am staying. I sat by a window with my latte and started to write...and then a man walked up to the table next to me and sat.


"Hi...I just wanted to say 'hi' this morning...I see you here frequently..."


He had confused me for someone else, but that didn't stop us from having a conversation. I listened as he told me about his upcoming day and then suddenly about his wife he'd lost just this last September. Rose was her name...they had moved here from Colorado three years ago... it felt like a brief time, he said, that they had had together...


"I thought we'd get to walk together longer," he said. "I thought, I would go first...." his eyes moving from mine to the window, then down to his hands... "I saved too much of everything for retirement...." "I thought, there'd be more time...not less..."


And then, as if he'd told me a secret that he didn't mean to share, he quickly said, "Well, it's been so nice, but I got to get to work...." And that was that... we shook hands...we exchanged niceties... He hurried out the door... and I sat and stared out the window.


Not much later, a young man in his early twenties–if that–came in with a backpack and toting a puppy with a handkerchief collar and a slim rope of a leash. The puppy came right over... He played at my feet, then laid down on his back. The young man began to slightly tug on the rope to reign the puppy in, and I said, "It's Ok. He knows I've got a dog...he smells her..."


Then he got up and moved to the table next to mine.


"I'm not from this planet," he said (and yes, this is what he led with). "This country is not a good place to be from–in twenty years it will be better, maybe then it will be alright...and then, I'll want to be from somewhere...but right now, who wants to be from anywhere....who wants to be in this.... I don't want to be from anywhere right now..."


I listened as he enumerated the atrocities he saw occurring, and then he told me how a long-time friend he'd come to visit here had just asked him to leave–couldn't understand what he was doing, why he dressed so.... what all this nonsense was about other dimensions and energy... why he'd left college.... and why he didn't want to be from anywhere on the planet...


His name was 'Quadro...' the puppy's name, 'Raj...'


I asked him where he was headed....


"I don't know...I'm just going" he said, as he dug through his pack. "I don't understand why everyone is being so cruel, so mean...it's like I get dumped on because they think I can handle it...because they can't give the crap to anyone else in their lives...so they give it to me thinking I can handle it...but everyone's got their shit...everyone...everyone's got their own shit..." </