How to Wash the World with Light on the Darkest Night

Greetings Sparkling Circle! Happy Solstice Eve,

Thank you for opening up for a little cheer. How are you? Hug first?

I needed to slip away. Much has felt so tenuous, but courage, heart. Here I am, traveling. Last week, I lifted out of the three-week fog of Northern California to first fly into the friendly skies of Canada. I didn’t expect to burst into strange, little sobs when I walked into the airport in Montreal. I was just so grateful for a peaceful layover. And yes, you can bet I wept again when my youngest child, with wide arms and a wider smile, ran across the international terminal at London/Heathrow to surprise me after more than 24 hours of traveling and 16 months of separation. Relief, joy, a long, strong embrace from my baby, too? Hours earlier than expected? What more could this mama want in this minute?

As laughter and the fragrant dinner in process waft from down the hallway, I’ve stolen away to write a holiday message to you. On this chilly New Moon and Mother’s Night, I know it’s an especially ripe time for new intentions. Have you made yours yet?

My first intention is to make more time to embrace my family and friends — to share the balance of life with bright, generous, and good-hearted souls in uplifting activity. And sooner than later, that may also materialize in a closer look at my Violet’s hilariously tasty crash-out-cooking series on Noon Miracle and YouTube, (the newest episode will drop soon!). Shall we crash the party in her kitchen? We’re getting ready to make gingerbread cookies and chocolate orange marmalade sticks, two of our favorite birthday and holiday season delectables, as the Winter Solstice and Christmas festivities are just days away. My first intention is already in play. Yours, too?

Playing outside more in the elements of this wondrous earth is my second intention.

This is also already manifesting! Yesterday evening, Violet and I kept cozy, arm in arm under an umbrella in the gusting rain to admire the spectacular holiday angels lit, swinging, and flying over the festooned streets of London. Yes, we first jumped on the red double-decker bus to begin our angel tour of lights for a closer, drier view, but we were so much happier walking with others on the crowded city sidewalks that we gleefully disembarked. I was even handed my first little mince pie ever (so delicious!) along with a scented silk pocket square from a lovely perfumery along Regent Street. Wiping crumbs from our giggling faces, we ducked down a charming alley where we discovered a throng of Xmas-hatted folks queuing up to enter an old movie house. 

Here, V surprised me with tickets to see “It’s a Wonderful Life” at The Prince Theatre. What a joy to be seated with a jolly crowd of theater goers, nibbling salty kernels from a red and white popcorn box, and laughing and crying as if none of us had ever seen Frank Capra’s classic before. (I suspect that at least half hadn’t.) While this wasn’t my mother’s favorite holiday movie, for she didn’t like drama during the holidays, for the last few years in California, before Mom passed over to Clarence’s world, she’d happily watch until she dozed off beside me. So, yes, once again, I shed many tears for all the best reasons: stories move us to renew our vows to learn from the best lessons and count our blessings.

The film’s poignancy rang like a bell on the street. Because there was much to do for this journey to the UK, and I’ll be traveling for weeks, my next intention was and is to take a break from the bad news roiling social media. But my goodness, when I arrived and saw the latest on every screen, my heart leapt from my body to help while my hands grew red hot. Spiritual midwifery beckons us all, even on the road, and especially as the world draws closer to the year’s longest, darkest night.

I hear this from Source as I write: We wash our hands to help give birth (to babies or new worlds of health and peace with our action).  We cleanse our souls to receive and share even greater love.

And so, I repeat this, so that we can intend and make this stand firm together:

My hands dance (and help where they are called) 

for the best and highest good of one and all, 

individually and collectively. 

Anything less than the best and highest good 

is sent to the light to be transmuted to highest light.

This intention is constantly in play. And while we all know that love in action is essential to aid in the well-being of all souls on and off planet, especially wherever and whenever tragedy befalls any of us, first, I must quiet my swirling soul and refuel and refill my heart with more love and deeper intentions, prayers, and blessings on all beings for the balance of comfort, hope, sustenance, and health, now and always.

As, always, where two or more are joined… God/Source/Goddess/Holy or Great Spirit/Love is here, so please join me in bringing more love and more light for all impacted by the violence of Bondi Beach. For our Jewish families around the globe, and for all who are in need, I intend all are wrapped in peace, safety, and more light as they continue their Hanukkah celebrations through their grief.

For those affected by past and ongoing wars around the world, I intend the blessings of immediate, lasting, gracious, and generous peace. I intend more love and more light to fill all the hearts interacting. I intend tenderest unity, harmony, and for the remembrance that we are One under one sky, and diligently focused on kindness with the strongest compassion toward all.

For friends and all affected by the storms and floods in the Pacific Northwest and other parts of the forever-transforming world, I intend all is elementally soothed, that aid is swiftly released, and that many hands lighten the load and clear the path to caretake what begs attention. I intend that more awaken to the importance of our most conscientious stewardship of this precious Earth in our marvelous Milky Way and elegant universe.

For survivors of intimate, political, war-related, social, religious, and/or verbal/emotional/spiritual or physical violence or harm—to yourself or toward those whom you love, I intend immediate balance. I intend safety. I dance for our collective and individual strength, health, compassion, and well-being.

And for all the ways that we can thrive in mind, body, emotions, and spirit, I intend we all rise in sharing this loving and intentional living with more joy and gratitude within and beside us. We are family in this world, and I am so grateful for all the ways we’ve wept, laughed, sighed, and tried to be all that we came here on this planet to be.

If you have more intentions for today’s prayers in action, please share them aloud, with me, in love letters to the Universe, to your Masters of Magnificence and wonder. I look forward to hearing and supporting this, knowing that where you are, there is love, health, wealth, levity, and generosity of heart.

However you celebrate the kindling of light this weekend and upcoming week, whether it is Hanukkah, Winter Solstice, Christmas, or other rituals of good faith, I hope that it is merry and bright. Mayo the balance of gratitude and your sacred connection to All-That-Is bring you the plentiful peace.

Blessed Be, Loves. Blessed Be.

Happy Hannukah. Blessed Solstice. Merry Christmas. 

I intend seeing you open your own gifts of light even more in the coming days.

I love you.

Blessed Be.