Greetings, Beautiful Beings!

I was gazing at the Cliffs of Insanity from the bow of a windswept ferryboat nearly four weeks ago—this landmass in Ireland is actually called the Cliffs of Moher but was dubbed the Cliffs of Insanity in the iconic movie The Princess Bride for their sheer-faced treachery—but I have to say, as my daughter hugged me on the deck, and we drank in the sun-soaked view, I couldn’t have felt less insane. I felt clarity. Present. Awed by this vista.

The tide of gratitude rose to its highest peak, buoying me. To root into and feel the steadiness of the land where it met the sea even as we bobbed over the waves was a gift. Apparently, moments before, there was a terrifying engine fire on the deck above us that sent the passengers fleeing down to our deck, but Source wrapped me up so tightly in the beauty that not only could I not hear it or even hear of it, but my heart also merged with the perfection of this view and hue. What was pushing up through the water? More light? More love? Fish? Tiny puffins with their adorably bright orange feet swooped before us like sky dolphins riding the currents, and then they arched back to the spectacular cliffs. “Fly here,” everything seemed to call. “Swim here.” I was enchanted. Here. Everywhere. Wordlessly, the winds whispered the sensation of silent prayers of gratitude through my cells.

If you read an earlier newsletter, you may have read I needed to go to these Cliffs of Moher because, at age 21, after my first breathwork meditation, I was shocked that my dear friend Laura and I had exited from the last exhalation with the same vision. When our professor asked what we experienced, we both said we saw ourselves running joyously toward one another in long white dresses atop these magnificent, high, sheer cliffs. When researching my pull to go to Ireland, it was only last year that I recognized the Cliffs of Moher were the same ones from the vision three decades ago. Laura couldn’t join us on this journey, and mayhem sent fire into the skies for a bit, but here, again, from the sea, and when we later walked along the top, I was yet again transported into the peace of a deeper truth—all is well. We are running back to the free joy of our infinite beingness when we connect with breath and heart.

There is no gloating floating with this ferrying of peace. It’s just the center of the work where we dance for the best and highest good of one and all. And while I wish I could say I am always within this bubble of serenity, like many, my humanness will kick to the top after a happy free dive of peace to test the wind. But not that day. Not with my youngest daughter reminding me why we live. Not with my friends bringing their hearts forward to remember and nurture their gifts, too. Not with those adorable puffins bringing food to their babies in the nests. Not with the rocks and roots of the pastures of my vision reminding me how deep we go with every final blessing of Mother Earth, Mama Gaia, Pachamama, our Earth Temple. Our responsibility is to bless all we see from All-That-Is to the center of our planet and every sentient being in between with our love. And so it was. That we got to ride in a pony-drawn storyteller’s cart straight out of my favorite childhood book to see how the people of this fair isle lived and restacked the stones in their fields so that they could grow their food, take care of their families, and shelter themselves this Mother’s Day, too, was the literal and metaphoric icing on the cake. Can you tell how dearly I would love to return? Stone Soup lives.

With that, I want to share some more good news. Before I left for this Mystical Isles Retreat, I danced my last dance with my sweet mother. Only days before I left, I had signed her hospice papers. Please don’t be alarmed. Many here know she’d recently landed back in the ER and then the hospital. And with me scheduled to leave town, checking Mom’s vitals and hearing of the stress to all concerned, her doctor, in infinite compassion, asked Mom and me to meet with hospice to ensure she’d be exceedingly well tended –with family, as always, but also with extra nurses, coming to see her hourly round the clock. That last hospital stay was a kicker that really took its toll on Mom. So, despite the “h” word we’d not yet used in her nearly 96 years and all the extra nurses and equipment, in my last dancing hands dance, I still knew Mom would be fine until I came back.

Mom wanted me to go for the long-planned retreat, and also because of Violet’s wedding in London. She insisted. Mom loves weddings. She loves Violet and her beloved. My heart refocused on the beam of our collective best and highest good to widen. And so, it did.

Yesterday, I got the news from my sister that Mom is graduating from hospice. She has had such a recovery that she no longer needs to have the extra care, so hooray! Thanks to all who have been dancing for her best and highest good with me. It helped. And she’s back to her own exercise class!

Violet is also now happily married and surrounded by such love and celebration that she and her phenomenal husband don’t know how they will top it when they have another ceremony in the future so that more family and friends can join. Their wedding and the many ways we celebrated were absolutely gorgeous. I couldn’t be happier that she has such an exquisite new, extended family-in-law and love. My gratitude flows again to my girl who allowed herself to work and enjoy this retreat and to put what we always say in motion, no matter how skinny the roads, how slippery the rocks, how rocky the terrain, to the best and highest good we go, all else goes to the light to be transmuted to light.

And this last week, she began living more of her dreams, stepping more into the light and shooting a new film this week, too. While we discussed doing another As the Crow Flies chat on Instagram Live this week, I’ve been unable to reach her, so early TOMORROW, Sunday, June 9, I will instead call on Insta Live my eldest daughter, Ruby! Please join me! It’s her birthday, and perhaps we can sing to her together? It’s on Instagram Live, so if you are a follower of mine on IG, be on at 8:00 AM PDT, and when you see the notification, you can join us. (I am still locked out of Facebook, so jump on there, and we’ll have a fun chat with the girl who made me a mama in the first place.)

Please scroll below to see how you can join me NEXT week, too, and beyond. I’d love to see you and hug you virtually soon.

May you all find the center of peace, the mother of your soul, and the love in All-That-Is.