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Very Old Friends

Fear is the cheapest room in the house

I would like to see you living

In better conditions,

For your mother and my mother

Were friends.

I know the Innkeeper

In this part of the universe.

Get some rest tonight

Come to my verse again tomorrow.

We’ll go speak to the Friend together.

I should not make any promises right now,

But I know if you pray

Somewhere in this world-

Something good will happen.


God wants us to see

More love and playfulness in your eyes

For that is your greatest witness to Him.

Your soul and my soul

Once sat together in the Beloved’s womb

Playing footsie. Your heart and my heart

Are very, very old friends.

– Hafez (Poem’s Title is ”Your Mother and My Mother”)

As I read this poem, I was touched by its intimacy and the ways in which it honors soul connection. I am ever so blessed to have many ‘anam cara’ (Gaelic for soul friend) and ‘water brothers’ (if you are not familiar with that term, read Robert Heinlein’s classic novel, Stranger in A Strange Land) among the overlapping soul circles that so enrapture me. Both of them speak to the sense of at-home-ness with the people I draw into my life. I marvel periodically that those for whom I feel a loving connection were once-upon-a-time, not even on my radar; didn’t even know they existed until…ta-da!  One day they just arrived on the doorstep of my heart, ringing the bell, asking to be invited in. With them, there was a recognition….”Oh, there you are, old/eternally ageless friend. Welcome back. Don’t stay away so long next time.” and we sit and sip tea and eat chocolate and share memories from eons and lifetimes ago. (metaphorically speaking sometimes and literally at others).


This past weekend brought together a bunch of folks who shared deeply personal and powerful experiences. My heart and theirs’ feel linked in ways I can’t even explain at the moment. As I gaze backward at the timeline of my life, I could probably count thousands who fit into that category. I feel sorry when I hear that people are lonely, believing that they have no one who loves them and no one to love. I am an abundantly wealthy woman with a treasure trove of friends. One thing that was really cool about this weekend was that so many of the folks there knew others who are dear to me and the thread that makes up the tapestry of my life becomes longer, sturdier and more elegant as a result. Sometimes when people have a transcendent experience at a retreat, they ‘come down’ from the high, especially when it was as body-mind-spirit nurturing as this one was. There was a time when my worlds were so separate that those to whom I returned in my ‘outside’ life wouldn’t have understood my experiences and would have looked at me like I was from another planet. (psssst…..I really am, by the way:) These days, I make sure that my worlds are blended, so that my descriptions of what transpired don’t seem weird to them. I have noticed today, that even though there is a bit of a pang for being outside that comfy nest we created, it is portable. I found myself extending it to my work place, to the roads on which I travelled to and from my job and also to the 7-11 I entered to buy a lottery ticket tonight. I had mentioned that my sister told me that my father passed a message from the beyond to tell me “Edie should buy a lottery ticket tonight.” Ok, I’m game for a win! The woman at the counter next to me mentioned that both her parents had also passed, but just like me, truly sense that they are together too. I told her my Mom Miracle stories that are contained in my Bliss Mistress book. She smiled and then told me a story about asking for an indication that her parents were doing well. A short while later, she saw two vines interwoven with beautiful flowers on them. Keep in mind that these flowers were not there the last time she had looked. A sure sign.  We hugged goodbye with a wistful tear reflected in both of our eyes, these two ‘strangers’ brought together by chance.


Imagine what it be like if all of my friends and all of your friends and all of their friends got together for the most amazing reunion conceivable….what a love fest THAT would be.

Wishing you hearts touched by such magnificence. That’s What Friends Are For by Dionne Warwick



The Back Door To The Heart


Imagine entering a womb-like environment, in which you know you are free to explore the deep inner recesses of your heart and soul. Heart beating with a blend of anticipation and nervousness, being greeted by radiant beings, one who  you have waited 2  1/2 years to meeet hug to hug and the other a new friend whose glowing smile has beamed out at you from on line for a few months. The setting was familiar; the home of a long time friend Robin Renee and many those who gathered to absorb information and experience have been in my life for several years (one for about 30, one at least 15 and the other 8; the last one present at the beginning of my tantric journey). I had been eagerly looking forward to  this weekend since I had heard that Monique Darling from San Diego and Ran Baron from NY, by way of Israel, were going to be offering workshops designed to invite participants to connect with the Divine. In many cultures, the body and soul are considered separate; one sacred, one profane. In traditional Hindu tantra, as taught by Ran and Monique, both are holy, created by the Source. Ran came to offer these teachings after 13 years of living in an ashram, being trained as a daka, (translated as ‘sky dancer..the female term is ‘dakini’),  and taking the vows of Hindu priesthood. Monique is a spiritual teacher, soul explorer, Cuddle Party Facilitator, writer and healer whose curious mind fascinates me and whose courage inspires me.


I had set intention before the weekend began to fully allow for receiving, rather than giving out all the time. After all, the ocean tides flow both ways, so why was I expecting that I need not? I had wanted to peel off layer upon layer that I had built as pseudo-protection from emotional pain that I didn’t want even to acknowledge that I held. I desired to connect on a deeper level with people, with my role as facilitator taking a back seat to my place as full participant in a series of mystical experiences. I wanted to be real, genuine and fully present to all of my emotions, those which I lable acceptable and those I hide from for fear that “if people really knew what I was thinking or feeling, they would dispappear from my life.” Taking a deep breath as I write this.



The first night was the Goddess Puja, in which the men honored the women, in specifically performed ritual that included all of the senses and ritual items such as incense, a conch shell, water, fire, chocolate,  and the sound of a ringing bell. Seated comfortably on a cushions as the men moved around the room to sit in front of each one of us. I sighed with gratitude and delight at being adored. How many women long for that, to be fully seen by a man, to be viewed through the eyes of love ? One of my favorite parts was being showered with rose petals.  This was  some of the group after the experience, celebrating with the flowers.


Saturday brought with it Tribal Love: Full Immersion as we took a more thorough exploration of tantric principles and engaged in energetic exercises that had me glowing from the inside out. Bonding with the community of kindred souls whose willingness to go beyond the mundane into the profound, sharing their joys and sorrows, beckoned me to do the same. By the end of the day, I was feeling wrung out and paradoxically energized (as a friend describes as “tired and wired”), which was a positive thing, since Monique and I faciliated a Cuddle Party that night. This was the first time that the two of us taught together and our styles blended seamlessly.


By Sunday morning, I was a weepy puddle; at one point, curled up in the lap of a new friend as he rocked me and stroked my hair; whose solid, supportive and loving presence, made it safe for me to truly allow a man to take care of me. So used to being self sufficient…who me?  Need support?  He and the others there held space for me to cry as I felt called to. One of my entrenched beliefs that have surfaced at other workshops is that ‘It’s not ok for me to take up too much of the group’s time.’  Since we teach what we need to learn, I tell participants in my workshops that they and their feelings matter and whatever arises for them, will.

One of the deep delights I experienced over and over during the weekend was the feeling of people’s hands resting on my back, ‘the back door to the heart'; my favorite chakra; anahata. It felt like a familiar knocking, to which I only wanted to answer “Yes, yes, yes.”


Sunday was all about honoring the Divine within the man or woman in the mirror in: Finding Your Ultimate Love: Yourself. Such a practice for me to keep coming back to my core essence, the love that I am, since I am so accustomed to being external. Again and again, I went within; mining treasures. I felt like my heart kept expanding (kind of like the image of the Grinch’s heart that ‘grew three sizes that day’…although I have never been compared to him, thank goodness:) Smiling with contentment throughout.



Although (uncharacteristic of this wordsmith), I didn’t write a whole lot this weekend, since I truly wanted to immerse myself in the experience, slurping it all up so that I could enjoy it, without my default thought : “Oh, how can I write about this, so other people can be here with me too? ,   I did note some feelings that arose, which I am sharing with you now.

“Am feeling broken open by all of the love I am experiencing this weekend. I had asked for an opportunity to shed layers of armor, donned in a ridiculous effort to protect myself from who knows what, only to discover that it was heavy and burdensome. I had invited in the experience of allowing myself to be taken care of and nurtured. That I received in spades. I had welcomed in someone to hold the space and allow me to be vulnerable while I surrendered to whatever I might be feeling and that person showed up for me….thank you deeply, friend with the safe heart.”

And then last night, before drifting off to dreamland~


“Home from an extraordinary weekend that I am at a loss to express completely…rare for me. I feel filled to overflowing, laughter and tears blending beautifully, each trickle and each giggle fuly grokked, as Cris Williamson’s song  “Waterfall”  comes to mind….filling up and spillling over, like an endless waterfall. Filling up and spilling over, over all(: feel blown away, like a dandelion puff or a feather…. Had what I can only describe as a transcendent experience. Will be writing about it for the Bliss Blog.  Feeling all loved up. Thank you dear souls for your Divine Presence and the gift of your open hearts. My family of choice just expanded…how cool is that? Save travels all who are still on the road heading home from the weekend at this hour, when I am safely tucked in. “
I am so grateful to have given myself the gift of this weekend and of coming Home to myself. Ran Baron Monique Darling  Cuddle Party
Some music by mantra-pop artist Robin Renee whose music wafted around us over the weekend as well.


Everything You Love

What do you love?  Such a simple question with such profound implications. Facebook friend Matt Kahn inspired that think link for me this evening. My list is long and steadily growing. It starts with:

Family and friends who are my priceless treasures.

Knowing that God/Goddess/All That IS, has my back at all times.

Anticipating exciting adventures each day.

Senses that drink in the world around me and a mind that allows me to process it all.

Daily opportunities to connect with kindred spirits.


The ability to use my creative gifts to delight myself and anyone else who chooses to partake.

Being a resilient thriver.

Recovery from co-dependence.

The smell of newly mown grass and the scattering of wild flowers in a field.

Seeing a rainbow from a train window heading home from Raise the Vibration event on Sunday.

Having a healthy, strong and flexible body that enjoys ‘playouts’ at the gym.

Dancing with de-light!

The smell of Nag Champa incense wafting through the air.

The sound of Citizen Cope singing “One Lovely Day” as I write this entry.

The taste of pineapple greek yogurt.

Witnessing my son Adam living his passion and purpose as a self taught chef.


Unwrapping the ‘present’ of the Present and Presence.

Unlimited imagination.

Being a writer who can turn ideas into tangible reality.

Having a laughter tinged world view.

Anticipating time with overlapping soul circle dwellers this weekend as I explore my own life perspective at a workshop.

Miracle consciousness.

Knowing that ultimately, all is for the Highest Good as I love it all. One Lovely Day  by Citizen Cope






Ray Bradbury

                                                                                                                 (AP Photo/Mark Lennihan, file)


“I know you’ve heard it a thousand times before, but it’s true-hard work pays off.  If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don’t love something, then don’t do it.”-Ray Bradbury


Clearly, the man loved writing.

Pages upon pages of literary treasure are likely being perused for the first time today by a new generation of readers,   since the passing yesterday of one of the icons of a genre known as science fiction. From what Ray Bradbury himself has said, it is a misnomer. He preferred to think of his writing as fantasy. It touched the hearts as well as the minds of readers and writers.  He is quoted as saying, “Science fiction is a depiction of the real. Fantasy is a depiction of the unreal.” I recall reading his classic 1953 novel Farenheit 451  in college; so called because it is the temperature at which paper burns. Imagine a world in which books are outlawed and torched and imagination is stifled. It boggled the mind of the then budding writer to consider that dystopic world. Without reading matter, life would seem dull and colorless. Bradbury’s vision was one of the catalysts that encouraged me to pursue writing as a career.


This nonagenerian had his finger in all sorts of prolific pies; writing books, plays, tv shows and films. I just discovered that he had been involved in one of my favorite childhood sites; the 1964 Worlds’ Fair. Much of what he imagined has now come to pass; particularly in terms of inventions that we take for granted.

“Do what you love and love what you do.”, was a comment he made during a presentation at a library a few years back. I do, Ray. Writing is indeed it.  Someone asked me tonight what I feel when I first set out to write something. It is like a sneeze that I can’t hold back, a yawn that can’t be stifled, a compulsion that can’t be quelled unless I express my thoughts. Often, in the midst of a powerful event, my mind turns to “How can I share this, so that other people can take the trip along with me, as if they are experiencing it vicariously?” In short, I can’t NOT write.  It’s as simple and beautiful as that. Writing soothes my soul, drenches me with wonder-rain, splashes me with word paint. I am grateful to have been given the gift of painting word pictures so that readers can enjoy their vision of a world as it is now and as may someday be.


Write in peace, Ray~

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