A blessing for your new year

January 1st, 2018 by Tonya

May the blessing of Flow Ripple through your life This New Year May Synchronicity And Serendipity be your treasured friends May the path unfold before you Like a golden carpet At each fork in the road, May inner knowing light your way May divine inspiration bless your mornings, noons and even-times And kindness and tenderness every connection and every partnership May you always have a friend Who loves your soul With which to share your dearest moments And when you do not May you learn to enjoy each delight in the Tender blessing of Your own heart Wishing you a blessed year <3

Putting on a cloak of light

June 20th, 2012 by Tonya

Ah! So that's it! I have become light. Everything's changed. Even the clothes I wear don't fit any more. They're either too big, too small or just plain wrong. I have put on a cloak of light. And all is as it is. Look around! See! Everyone's doing it. People are changing - changing structure; changing form Read More...

Accepting the path of love

June 5th, 2012 by Tonya

I'd say for me some of my biggest transformations in consciousness have been as a result of 'going to the heart of the fire' in my relationships. If you're prepared to 'go there' - to allow yourself to melt right into the heart of the love you feel, into the rawness of the passion, into the tenderness and vulnerability Read More...

We have not come to take prisoners

April 29th, 2012 by Tonya

(It seems to be poetry season this month at little white feather. This tender poem by Sufi poet Hafiz I discovered this morning) We have not come here to take prisoners But to surrender ever more deeply to freedom and joy. We have not come into this exquisite world to hold ourselves hostage from love Read More...

Saint Francis and the Sow

April 28th, 2012 by Tonya

(I love this poem, by Galway Kinnell) The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to put a hand on the brow of the flower and retell it in words and in touch it is lovely until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing; as Saint Francis put his hand on the creased forehead of the sow, and told her in words and in touch blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow began remembering all down her thick length, from the earthen snout all the way through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of the tail, from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine down through the great broken heart to the sheer blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking and blowing beneath them: the long, perfect loveliness of sow Read More...

What would it take for you to slow down?

April 3rd, 2012 by Tonya

What would it take for you to slow down, To slow down enough to hear your own heart beat Or to feel the air caress your nostrils on its inward journey to your lungs? What would it take for you to slow down enough to hear the earth breathe? To feel the way a camellia feels when she's weighted down with freshly fallen rain? From this place, I can feel the joy of all existence Read More...

Struck dumb with love

February 8th, 2011 by Tonya

I have been struck dumb with love. I'm shaking from my heart to my fingertips. I look into the eyes of an old man and weep with his beauty. I am struck like a bolt to the heart with love for this stranger. I love him for his fragility, his humanity, his tenderness. I reach a hand out to him, and he is lifted up Read More...