Healing Energy Community

It Happens Every Year.....

2011-09-11T15:16:00.006-04:00

I've been listening to the increased air traffic for the past week now. We live in the 'no fly zone' of Washington DC so you notice when a plane flies overhead. My story is that they are surveying the skies, in search of evil they can prevent. As a being that is fixed to the ground, I'm always a bit curious about how this would work.

This morning, this September 11 morning, I awake praying it would not be a crisp fall day with a cloudless blue sky. I am rewarded with a beautiful day that is not exactly like the fateful September 11 of ten years ago. Isn't is funny. I spend an enormous amount of energy working to recreate special moments in my life, hoping to remember the smells, lights and sounds that transform mere memory into today's reality. Yet, once a year I am automatically transported back to this one particular morning in my life where everything is crystallized with excruciating painful detail.

This year, I am reminded by the TV, newspapers and radios, it is different. This year marks the 10th anniversary. It's amazing how easy it is to sink back into the abyss. Movies, documentaries, ceremonies, memorials, editorials - inundated at will, I soak my heart in the memories and lives of those who perished and their people who lost love and still live life, seemingly to its fullest. At my home we are whole, physically untouched by the ravage of hate that changed the world that day. And yet, here I sit with a familiar anxiety that shortens my breath. I am left restless.

There are many like me. People who have heartbreak for all the suffering. People who live where these heinous acts occurred and who, with the wondrous and mysterious energy of life, were spared. I feel my pain and fear from ten years ago as acutely as I feel the light breeze from that crystal blue day. I remember the looks on the faces of those fleeing the City as I myself drove to my children. The haunting process had begun. It continues. I am quite certain I am not the only mother who gave her children strict instructions to stay off the metro and avoid downtown DC this weekend, and I was not the least bit cowed by the roll of their eyes. In fact, I think they listened. It will take more generations to transform this date out of life and into literature.

During that time after, when days became weeks, and weeks became months, my restlessness demanded more action than tracking air plane paths over my neighborhood. I became inspired to do more, serve more, be more in the world. It was a journey that took me to my home at the AANP, a safe place to learn and love, a place where service matters and work makes a difference. And in today's time 'after,' on the 10th anniversary of 9-11, I ponder this newly awakened restlessness of mine. I am startled with the fact I found this part of my life's work because of the events around 9-11, and now grapple with the fact this Anniversary coincides with my leaving the work I have loved so deeply. Indeed it is time to reaffirm my commitment to being a healing presence in the world.

One person, one act, one moment- repeat, repeat, repeat. This is how I will train my restlessness into action. This is the only way I know how to honor those who died. This is how I choose to change the world.

I am upset of Muff because he said Ga....

2011-07-11T16:10:00.001-04:00

I am upset of Muff, because he said Ga! This old childhood refrain my husband's family still uses on occasion was a young boy's expression of undetermined meaning...and today it resonates deeply for me.

Congress, the President, the pundits and political contributors - mere Muff. And Ga, the stuff that indecision, poor conclusion and ineffective leadership are made of. Everyday our elected officials grow closer to a decision on how to resolve an impasse over the debt limit, we simultaneously watch agreements blow up. Why? Because he said Ga.

Because he said that we must stand on our principles. Because she said we cannot cut Medicare. Because he said we can't increase revenue. Because she said we cannot ask the poor to sacrifice for the rich. All the while states struggle. Teachers are laid off. Pensions are sacrificed. Our infrastructure decays. Our health status spirals downward. Unemployment and CEO wages increase. Childhood hunger grows.

It seems everyone is in denial. We continue to believe our principles will save the day. Ga! It is no longer enough to believe we can regulate the economy into reducing the unemployment rate. It is simply not feasible for the wealthiest of us all to hire 9% of the U.S. with their George Bush tax cuts. It is unfathomable to believe that Medicare and Social Security are perfect just the way they are.

What, if not who, will lead the way to something sustainable? Something that is viable. Something that will serve my grandchildren's grandchildren. We must first start from a place other than self, party, and please forgive me...god and country. No more rhetoric. It is time for us to articulate what we already know. We are actually all connected to each other and every word and deed I take has an impact, positive or negative on you. As my t-shirt says...humankind, be both.

The Country seems to be growing inpatient doesn't it? I would like leaders who are willing to make the hard choices and call a spade a spade. And, in doing so will use language that persuades vs. provokes, inspires vs. inflames, empowers vs. embarrasses. I for one am done with the results of our popularity contests - these folks can make some really bad choices for being such well-educated adults.

Consider the impact of courage...commitment...compassion....confidence....connection and community could have on our current situation. Is anyone up to taking on Muff and his/her Ga?

The Power of Intention

2011-07-09T11:50:00.000-04:00

Amazing things happen in everyday life. I'm not talking about headline events. I'm talking about the insanely ordinary happenings of life that give meaning to the word intention.

This week my sister's divorce became final and my dear friend Nan married the love of her life. For each the outcome is the same. Deep satisfaction with a life choice to be true to oneself. My sister was married for 25 years to the same man. Nan has more than one experience with love and marriage. Both speak to me about a sense of calm and peacefulness. Both hold an intention to be happy and whole. Their paths though different have brought them power and a sense of self that radiates through the phone.

We have wonderful marriage rituals don't we? We collect our loved ones to celebrate with us. We sing songs and read poetry, take pictures, wear new cloths and have a special cake. Not so with a divorce. A cold courtroom with judge and lawyer. No pictures. No cake. No ritual.

Perhaps we need a new ritual. What if during her wedding we honored Nan's strength and truth, the very traits that enable her to step into her new marriage more happy than I have ever known her to be. What if we honored my sister's bravery and her power, the very traits that enable her to walk in new shoes, on her own and in her own way. What if there were a ritual to honor our intention to be whole and happy in life - what would that look like?

Today I will light a candle for Nan and my sister to honor the way they choose to be in the world, and in recognition of how their ability to truly love themselves empowers me. A cause for celebration if ever there were one.

Happy Tuesday

2011-07-05T20:55:00.000-04:00

It's unusual in Washington to be driving home from work on July the 5th with your car windows open. It's normally way too hot, but not so today. So in my haste home, contemplating my anticipated gas discount accumulated from my grocery purchases (a highlight given today's economic challenges) I was pleasantly surprised to hear "Happy Tuesday" out my left window from a lovely man walking to my own destination, the gas station. My reply...thank you...with a smile... left me thinking about the possibilities any Tuesday has to offer. To that end, I come across what might constitute the largest bundle ever assembled by a homeless person. Impressive and quite overwhelming. I head home, ever grateful.

The normal evening activities proceed, dinner, a teen, regular life in general. Feeling challenged I choose a walk through my woods sans dogs. In my solace I sit and watch the lightening bugs. An amazing light show reminiscent of my childhood, now cherished in my own back yard, and recently amazed to find in Ecuador at 9000+ feet in elevation.

It's inspiring to watch. Happy Tuesday everywhere.

4th of July, Washington DC

2011-07-04T14:52:00.000-04:00

When most people think of Washington DC they picture white marble buildings with panoramic views of the Potomac River, or perhaps the image of elected officials defending impossible positions both literally and figuratively. Many don't realize that the 10 square miles constituting Washington DC is home to 500,000 people, including myself, my husband, the four native Washingtonians we are raising- two kids and the dogs. Our 4th of July tradition includes our own 'main street' parade in the Palisades neighborhood.

This year marks the 45th occurrence for the annual event, for which there is absolutely no registration - just show up, be creative and participate. Indeed any local politician worth his or her salt walks the parade route and an absence would be immediately noticed in this particular part of Washington. Federal officials need not be concerned. This is strictly a hometown event and we are absolutely content with having only own 'nonvoting' Member of Congress Eleanor Holmes Norton join our festivities.

Political statements abound on our local topics of statehood, voting representation in Congress, and this year's proposal from American University to expand. More important, and prevalent, are the kids. Children on decorated bikes, the local elementary school, and teenage girls on a pick-up truck just like any parade in American. Certainly like that of my home town, Springfield Missouri, if we had ever had such a parade....There is a Brazilian dance troupe,
a band of "Different Drummers" and a swim team that comes out every year.

It's the 4th of July for all Americans today, which is a rather unifying thought. It is apparently what has drawn the 10's of thousands of visitors to my home to see the fireworks on the Mall tonight. I suspect it is also what draws the rank and file back to the streets of a Washington neighborhood year after year to wear red, white and blue in the most silly ways imaginable, and to gather our own crowd for the post-parade proverbial feast of hot dogs, watermelon and lemonade.

Happy birthday America, its nice to be home.

Summer Solstice in Ecuador

2011-06-29T15:42:00.000-04:00

There are remarkable healers in the world. Giovanni is perhaps the most talented of any I have met, and I did so in the Andes Mountains of Ecuador.

I first met Giovanni at his home in Otavolo where preparation was underway for a 9-hour sweat in his backyard. It would be my first, and it was an experience that will stay with me for the rest of my life. He patiently explained through translation the flow of events to the three white, female Americans who had signed up for the experience. The other 25 participants ranged in age from 20 to 40. All of them spoke fluent Spanish - most were experienced in the rigor and routine of the journey we were to embark upon.

The ceremony that started at 9 pm and finished shortly after 6 am was lush, ripe with ritual that served as the connection to Mother Earth. With the summer solstice just days away, we joined our Ecuadorian companions in a celebration of life and renewed commitment to all that nature provides. The ebb and flow of heat, the pitch black of the lodge, the smoke and the smells combined with music to create a separate world from which we awakened by breaking our fast. Exiting that next morning I found a world brighter and more vibrant than I had ever seen. Giovanni's shepherd of the hot stones - central to the ceremony and back breaking work - was rewarded by a full body chiropractic adjustment the likes of which I may never witness again. And again Giovanni spoke to me, gently responding to my questions, interpreting my dreams and acknowledging the embodied sensations of an event that in its own way can be equated with the beauty, struggle and exuberance of childbirth. What an amazing way to celebrate Mother Earth.

A mere few hours later he arrived at our mountain-side inn, Casa Mojando. This time his healing took the form of a massage. For one solid hour my body was held with reverence as Giovanni skillfully moved through muscle groups and chakras. Mind, body and spirit now knitted together with the previous night’s experience.

On the solstice itself, he joined our group in San Clemente to celebrate with the indigenous community of which we were guests. Our gift from him was a second sweat for the Canadian and American guests, this time between two and three hours, where I was honored to sit in the inner circle and participate in the ritual itself. Shorter – yes. Sweeter – in certain ways.

Rich in ritual, simple in design, with intention clearly stated, Giovanni’s work is healing the world. Ecuador is a country from which I am learning a great deal.

The Naturopathic Healing Road

2009-03-30T12:00:00.000-04:00

This story, by AANP President Lise Alchuler, ND, FABNO, appeared in the AANP's November 2008 eNews.

A 67-year old man came to see me in my practice a couple of weeks ago. As he slowly shuffled down the hallway into my office, touching the wall occasionally for support, he muttered apologies for taking so long. I assured him that it was okay and to take his time. Once seated, he moved to the front edge of his chair and began his story.

He described a 20 year history of excruciating abdominal pain. His pain was so tremendous that his entire day revolved around minimizing it. It included long periods of staying perfectly still in a certain position so as not to aggravate the pain, a diet that consisted of chicken and white rice, a regimented schedule of pain medication, and sleepless nights. His days had, he said, gotten to the point where his life was not worth living. Over the years, he had consulted gastroenterologists, neurologists, rheumatologists, oncologists, and internists, and had received every conceivable test. At last, four years prior, with no options left, his gastroenterologist surgically removed his colon in an effort to relieve the pain. Unfortunately, despite the lack of his colon, his pain remained. He concluded his history with a question, "If this is in my head, can you please tell me what I need to do to get it out of my head? Is there any hope for me?"

As I listened to this man's tale of suffering, I was struck by several things: his suffering, the hope for health that still held flame within him, the harm done to him in an effort to help, and, finally, the vast potential for the principles and practices of naturopathic medicine. I assessed him naturopathically and made several suggestions. He returned a week later and the first words out of his mouth were, "I felt better over the last week than I have felt in the past five years. Each day, I had more time without pain. Yesterday, I slept for five hours without waking. I ate steamed spinach! Do you think that I might actually get well enough to move away and rejoin my family?"

Encapsulated in these declarations and his question was a compelling affirmation of the healing power of naturopathic medicine and the tenacity with which the human spirit holds onto hope and health. Listening to him, I too felt renewed and reinvigorated. As we continue down the road of his wellness, our faith in the inherent capacity for health that lies within, and in the transformative power of hope, will add spring to our step while our way will continue to be guided by the healing forces of Nature.

I carry this man's experience with me now. As our profession journeys into the arenas that we must travel into in order to grow - arenas of politics, public relations, economics, partnerships, etc. - we can call upon experiences of healing such as this in order to remember the power of our medicine. Through these remembrances, the motivation and direction for our profession's advancement is then obviously, and radiantly, clear.

Fear Not - San Girolamo Cervara

2009-03-25T11:39:00.000-04:00

This song was recorded by Randell Kirsch and his wife LuAnn in June 2008 in a chapel in Portofino, Italy. Randell is currently the bass player for The Beach Boys.”I wanted to share this song in recognition of the courage both Lise and Konrad are sharing with us.

-Karen

Konrad Kail's Benefit Concert

2009-03-23T11:22:00.000-04:00

Konrad Kail Benefit Concert

2009-03-18T09:22:00.000-04:00

Dear Friends and colleagues,

We want to thank you all for your support. We have been amazed at the number of people who have contacted us with various offers of help. I am doing terrific. I feel great and my numbers (lab) are excellent. We’ll be done by the time of the concert. Other than some hair loss (they say it will return), I’m even better than before (I have a different attitude towards life).

We decided to have some fun with our fundraising efforts. People who know me, know that music is a big part of my life. If you recall the AANP Convention that we had in Phoenix, and the one following in Portland, there was a fun, live karaoke band and party. These guys (the band) are those guys. They, most graciously, agreed to get together for this event, and to have some fun. It may be a little rough (no time to practice), but it will be fun. "Concert for the Benefit of Dr. K" will held on April 3, and will be recorded and archived on Natural Partners TV. Anyone who donates $25.00 or more will receive a disc.

Our thanks to all who view this.

Namaste,

Konrad and Petie

Ann Ready, ND, MPH Diagnosed with Rare Cancer

2009-03-09T10:45:00.000-04:00

Ann Ready, ND, MPH (Bastyr 2001) was diagnosed with uterine leiomyosarcoma in June 2008. She is currently undergoing her third chemotherapy regimen and is using everything available to her in terms of treatment and healing. Ann’s community has created a web site, www.anniesarmy.com, to provide updates and, most recently, to help people in her community make online financial gifts. The goal of Annie’s Army is to keep Ann and her family in the house they have worked so hard to purchase and make their home. Please send Ann your healing thoughts and please support Annie’s Army if at all possible. All contributions, big or small, are welcomed and greatly appreciated!

2009-02-23T10:01:00.000-05:00

Amazing Grace.

Leading Naturopathic Physician Konrad Kail, N.M.D. Has Brain Cancer © By Peter Chowka

2009-02-17T10:44:00.000-05:00

(February 12, 2009) Konrad Kail, P.A., N.M.D., a prominent naturopathic physician in the U.S. and for the past two decades a high profile and indefatigable ambassador on behalf of both the naturopathic profession and integrative medicine, has been telling friends that he was recently diagnosed with, and has started treatment for, brain cancer.

In an e-mail to me on February 1, 2009, Kail, who is in clinical practice in Phoenix, AZ, wrote:

I recently had to have some brain surgery. I have the most common fast-growing brain tumor, an advanced glioblastoma multiforme (GBM) in left frontal lobe. This tumor affects short term memory and how the brain responds to itself. Other than mild short term memory deficits, there is little [in terms of] side effects and almost no loss of other function. So far, I’m weaning off steroids. Follow-up week starts tomorrow. Radiation starts next week.

According to an article at Medscape, “Attention was recently drawn to this form of brain cancer when Senator Ted Kennedy was diagnosed with glioblastoma.”

Kail’s February 1 e-mail continued:

The tumor hasn’t affected my work performance (although I did miss a week of [seeing] patients). No funny chart notes, although you could tell that my words were affected. Now, it’s back to work, and see how well that I do.

I have groups of people praying for me all over the world. For most people that know me, this (blog-like) interaction is perfect. I totally trust you about who to tell what about me. I’ve had lots of support from the AANP [American Association of Naturopathic Physicians] family.

Emblematic of his good natured optimism, Kail’s valediction in his e-mail was “Yours in Health.”

Speaking of the AANP, Kail was the president of the organization, which represents licensed naturopathic physicians, from 1991-‘93 and in 1997 he was named the association’s physician of the year. Some other highlights of his long and distinguished career: He is one of the founders of Southwest College of Naturopathic Medicine in Tempe, AZ and has a long association with the college as a teacher and an administrator, including chairing its board of directors from 1993-‘95. Outside of naturopathic medicine, Kail served on the federal government’s top CAM (complementary alternative medicine) panel as a member of the Advisory Council to the NIH National Center for Complementary and Alternative Medicine (1999-2003). From 1999-2002, Kail was an Ex-officio Member, Cancer Advisory Panel for Complementary and Alternative Medicine, National Cancer Institute.

Before becoming a naturopath (he graduated with an N.D. degree from the National College of Naturopathic Medicine in Portland, OR in 1983), Kail was educated and worked as a Physician’s Assistant. In addition to his naturopathic clinical medical practice, Kail is an expert in natural treatments for allergies. Among his writings is Allergy Free: An Alternative Medicine Definitive Guide, published in 2000 by Alternativcemedicine.com books. He has written over fifty articles published in the scientific literature and in the popular press, and he has made many presentations on natural medicine topics around the U.S. as well as in the UK, Australia, and Brazil.

As a hobby, Kail plays guitar and writes rock songs. An early source of information on Kail’s health condition in late January was Evan Zang, a natural products industry consultant and a Public Member of the Naturopathic Physicians Board of Medical Examiners in Arizona. Zang frequently plays music with Kail in bands in the Phoenix area.

Zang is one of a network of Kail’s friends and associates around the country, working to disseminate information and updates on his condition via the Internet. Announcements are expected soon about ways in which Kail’s many friends can stay informed and help, including contributing funds to help with the costs of his treatment.

Please visit this space again soon for important updates.

Interesting Reading:

Dr. Konrad Kail's Testimony Before the National Committee on Vital and Health Statistics (HHS) Subcommittee on Standards and Security Regarding Coding for Naturopathic Medical Services, January 29, 2003

In the moments of silence

2008-12-11T13:55:00.001-05:00

In the moments of silence, the answers become clear
In the moments of silence, we can calm the fear
In the moments of silence, we can reach for the stars
In the moments of silence, we can heal our hearts
In the moments of silence, we become who we are

Gladness and hope, brightness and light,
Alligators and turtles, fire and sight begin again with silence
Hope for a moment
We are who we are

Moon Rise

2008-11-20T11:06:00.000-05:00

Image courtesy of Don Fulano on flickr.

Monument to Homeopathy

2008-11-19T12:00:00.000-05:00

Monument to Dr. Samuel Hahnemann, founder of Homeopathy in Washington, DC.

Photo by kimberlyfaye via flickr.

Emerson

2008-11-18T12:08:00.000-05:00

"To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone. The tradesman, the attorney comes out of the din and craft of the street, and sees the sky and the woods, and is a man again. In their eternal calm, he finds himself. The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough."

- Emerson

Healing Art

2008-11-17T03:13:00.000-05:00

Wax shoes, via Jm3 on flickr.

Wendell Barry

2008-11-15T13:11:00.000-05:00

I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.

-Wendell Berry

Night

2008-11-13T11:43:00.000-05:00

Security

2008-11-10T11:11:00.000-05:00

Tomorrow will have an island. Before night
I always find it. Then on to the next island.
These places hidden in the day separate
and come forward if you beckon.
But you have to know they are there before they exist.

Some time there will be a tomorrow without any island.
So far, I haven't let that happen, but after
I'm gone others may become faithless and careless.
Before them will tumble the wide unbroken sea,
and without any hope they will stare at the horizon.

So to you, Friend, I confide my secret:
to be a discoverer you hold close whatever
you find, and after a while you decide
what it is. Then, secure in where you have been,
you turn to the open sea and let go.

—William Stafford

2008-11-07T12:00:00.000-05:00

Healing Mandalas

2008-11-06T12:04:00.000-05:00

Rubem Alves

2008-11-05T11:54:00.000-05:00

“What is hope? It is the presentiment that imagination is more real and reality is less real than it looks. It is the hunch that the overwhelming brutality of facts that oppress and repress are not the last word. It is the suspicion that reality is more complex than realism wants us to believe; that the frontiers of the possible are not determined by the limits of the actual, and that in a miraculous and unexpected way, life is preparing the creative events which will open the way to freedom and resurrection.”

– Rubem Alves

Martin Creed

2008-10-30T12:24:00.000-04:00

If movement is a sign of life and stillness is death, running is an example of life most fully lived.

-Martin Creed

Peaceful Soul (San Girolamo Cervara)

2008-10-24T12:55:00.000-04:00

Rumi

2008-10-23T12:46:00.000-04:00

The stars come up spinning every night
Bewildered in love.
They’d grow tired with that revolving, if the weren’t.
They’d say, “How long do I have to do this!”

God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.
Each note is a need coming through one of us,
A passion, a longing-pain.
Remember the lips
Where the wind-breath originated,
And let your note be clear.
Don’t try to end it.

Be your note.
I’ll show you how it’s enough.

Go up on the roof at night
In this city of the soul.

Let everyone climb on their roofs
And sing their notes!

Sing loud!

- Rumi

Everything is connected to everything else

2008-10-22T13:12:00.000-04:00

now and here

2008-10-21T12:44:00.000-04:00

It is cold upon this small knoll
With three trees
Waving green feathers in the breeze.

My cheeks burn; my eyes cry; I shiver:
My ears speak: “It hurts - go in - be sheltered.”
I do – I am – I have.
Pneumatically suspended vehicularly.

Shadow’s slant creep toward my safety.
Yet only momentarily as this page, too
Brightens and pales
With the passing puffs aloft.

And in another direction
Through my vision
Solitary seed wafts
On its way to a place
It perhaps knows and
Cannot know and will know.
Gone that way with the wind.

Three trees still green/evergreen
Three the same
Three quite different.
Landscaped into this designed knolled berm.
Three glad to be here
Rather than elsewhere
Over there perhaps
Where the ragged unruly tree line
Says natural – yet not better;

These three trees still green/evergreen
Exchanging through slender fingers
The breath they need – I need.
Glad to be here and now
As am I.

- Jack Trimper

The Majestic Sombrero Galaxy

2008-10-20T12:00:00.000-04:00

The 23rd Psalm (Bobby McFerrin – Dedicated to my Mother)

2008-10-16T13:30:00.000-04:00

The Lord is my shepherd, I have all I need, She makes me lie down
in green meadows,
Beside the still waters, She will lead

She restores my soul, She rights my wrongs,
She leads me in a path of good things, And fills my heart with songs.

Even though I walk, through a dark and dreary land, There is nothing that can shake me,
She has said she won’t forsake me, I’m in her hand.

She sets a table before me , in the presence of my foes
She anoints my head with oil, And my cup overflows.

Surely, surely goodness and kindness will follow me, All the days of my life,
And I will live in her house, Forever, forever and ever.

Glory be to our Mother, and Daughter, And to the Holy of Holies,
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, World, without end. Amen

Thoreau

2008-10-14T12:40:00.000-04:00

Though I do not believe
That a plant will spring up
Where no seed has been,
I have great faith in a seed.
Convince me that you have a seed there,
And I am prepared to expect wonder.

- Henry David Thoreau

Welcome to the Healing Energy Community

2008-10-14T12:39:00.000-04:00

Welcome to this site, a home where the intention to heal has a place to nest and thrive. A place designed to honor our leaders, patients, family, friends and colleagues who are dealing with health challenges. I wear many hats as I walk my day, and in my role as Executive Director of the AANP I am acutely aware of the struggles and health challenges many of our own naturopathic family face. And through the work of my master’s program in Applied Healing Arts, I have learned that being a healing presence in the world can take many forms – including that of words. Through the teachings of all the wisdom traditions I have come to realize that separation from one another, from the earth, and from spirituality simply need not be, and certainly does not serve. Ergo, this blog – a watering hole for an out pouring of healing power from community for community.

This is a community trained to serve as a healing force, and to understand there is no separation of mind, body and spirit. Referencing the Earth Goddess in each of us is designed to further inspire our rediscovery of balance in life, and connection to the Universe. There is no exclusion of belief, nor promotion of religion intended. All beliefs, ideals, philosophies and expressions will be inclusive and supportive. My hope is that this effort stands to give life and voice to service for the sake of oneness, so that we can collectively support the health and welfare of our leaders, our families and the world at large.

We do not know what form the site will take, nor the breadth of the messages. I expect that at the conclusion of our effort we will have a page that will serve many more that originally intended. This is a labor of love, for which I can only create space to occur. From there it will flow with its own life. Imagine what will transpire with this sharing.