The Beginning By Rachel Kann If you can find stillness, the jasmine will night-bloom in your direction and the breeze will carry its sacred exhalation of perfume toward you. Breathe, the moon will cascade waves of radiance downward, drop her silver robes, glow. You will awaken, overtaken by a love that asks no permission, golden particles rising beneath your skin. all of existence longs to be an offering. eternity is a constant whisper wishing to be listened to. This is the...

How to Bless the New Moon By Rachel Kann Back before the journey began, before traversing  the massive desert expanse, before the sea had even split, way way back in Egypt, the first collective gift-transmission was given: With transcendental gentleness, the  Indwelling/Ever-Presence/All-That-Is/Infinite  lifted your chin;  directed your attention  toward the heavens, said,  Let the moon’s cyclic and fluid beauty  hew you to the rhythm  of time’s unending spiral,  use this precise present  as your very beginning. Sanctify every recursive moment of...