NOTES FROM JANE’S DANCING HANDS JOURNEY (AKA BLOG OF GRATITUDE) 3.28.17 PART ONE
Seven red-tailed hawks soared along the route of the 40-minute journey from Suzi’s home to the Sacramento Airport. Not all at once, of course, but one after another. These magnificent birds have long been my messengers of spirit, my amakua, as the Hawaiian’s say – my medicine, comfort and inspiration. When the labor pains intensified delivering each of my three children, the red-tailed hawks gliding on the currents above the City of Angels invited me to fly from my body with them to get on top of my sacred task. Their upward spiraling connected me to peace like bowlines from ‘earthquake country” to the gentling tides that refresh these inner pools, and when the pain screeched to push forth new life these magnificent visionaries of change showed me how to lift my wings and release myself to the winds of a greater force than mine. Knowing their gifts, it should be no surprise they flew along with us as we traversed the many by-ways to my flight this bright Tuesday, but I still can’t help but to gasp having the presence of seven – a number that has historically been my reminder I’m never alone. Like the seven colors of the rainbow melding with the promise of the steadfast Presence of purest Source/God/Goddess/Creator, here again, with a big breath of hawk wings in blue sky I was reminded to catch the joy and import — from intense singular focus to the grander, divine, always sacred 360 vision on this journey of the Dancing Hands.
Five nights ago, before our circle in the lovely, old Veteran’s Hall in Roseville, CA, right outside of California’s State Capital in Sacramento, I shared with Suzi and her husband, Noland that something big was coming at the circle. I wasn’t sure what it was, but as always I was filled with calm and support, like the feeling that the hand of God was at the small of my back. I wanted them to know that we’d be all right, but to prepare.
When we arrived at the Hall many patient souls were waiting at the door under the eaves for the clouds had opened up and the rain had begun to pour from the already dark, early spring skies. It was chilly and everyone was eager to come into this historic space we’d long admired, but had never used to host one of our events. When we’d come to visit a few months earlier, Suzi and I wondered how I’d ever fill such a grand space. It was a ballroom with the delightful occupancy sign outside the door that read “Dancing 657 Max.” I mused how we’d overfill occupancy with the many spirits alone that still dance out of body here, and was glad for delight in the ancient sign. Mine isn’t to wonder how or why, but simply to trust in the de-light. The floors would be refinished for our dance and my feet felt a special shine rising from this ancient Gold Country beneath the refurbished boards – much like the way that many bodies and souls shines after a renovation of the Dancing Hands. More, my heart for Vets tapped out a message that I’d be honoring my father, my uncles, and many relatives who had long ago served and who currently serve to guard and protect. The park nearby reputedly was a haven for the homeless and drug deals, so all the more reason for me to dance near and here to bring more light and love to those aching for relief.
Once inside we quickly switched on the old lights, which take ten minutes to come into their full light, and as the light grew the group began setting old metal chairs in a circle. Each time a new wave of people walked in, I called out to, “Please make the circle bigger.” Even as I greeted each person one by one the chairs continued to slide back time and again until nearly all the edges of the space were filled! As our playlist swelled to life and we connected hands and hearts, intentions and release, our circle grew to one of the biggest yet! In the dance of the purest Source energy, hearts and souls flushed clean with harmony, peace, and more love. Eyes everywhere filled with tears. Some laughed aloud. Some sobbed and fell to their knees. Others looked at my hands wide-eyed. Some needed to lie down the bliss was so overwhelming and others danced without a care.
The circle was so large there was no time for a real break – just a quick check in and back we went, and when the final song played in the always Source-chosen playlist and my hands were still making their way to give the final touch to all, I finally began speaking and asking others if they had the voice yet to share of their experience. So many had already shared how touched and grateful they felt, but after round two it was time for more, for the final sharing. As I arrived to one that earlier had been moved to tears I saw again her eyes were full. She said had to share, and without a pause she began to fume that she had slipped out to the parking lot without telling anyone while we were dancing and the locked door had closed behind her. She was so angry that she couldn’t get back in until just a few minutes ago, and that no one heard her pounding, (on the door 30’ beyond the hall’s door), that she simply had to scream. I said, “Okay. I’m sorry you’re upset – you are supported here and …” gracious me, scream she did. She screamed and she screamed and she screamed. She threw herself onto the floor and continued to scream while her fists and feet flailed their fury. While many came to assist, I felt only the calm hand of Source put my hand on her back as she railed, screamed, and writhed like a young, upset child. Her mother, (who cried out only Chinese to her daughter), had joined me on the floor beside her and when the woman cried for me to get her mother away, I asked her mother to please sit back in her chair, that I was here to help, the daughter was going to be okay, and one of my friends assisted getting her back in her chair.
Finally the angry woman flipped over and I asked if she could look me in my eyes. Her eyes flashed, and struggled to keep her eyes from mine, but Source said she only needed to see her perfection reflecting through my eyes and she’d be fine and when she finally, finally did, she nearly instantly calmed. I asked if she could hold my hands and she shook her head, “No.” I asked if she would allow my friend Suzi to sit with her while we talked about what had happened and she nodded, “Yes.” I wasn’t sure how I would proceed so once again Jane stepped aside and let Source lead the dance.
While certainly our friend here was working through some ancient pain from her past and was clearly upset being locked out of a place that was helping her feel better, our friend is representing what so many of are feeling in the world right now. We know where we’d like to be. We know what feels better. And when the world suddenly and inexplicably be locking us out to all we can enjoy in the dance with our brothers and sisters, it is clearly upsetting. She represented our individual and collective pain and when we hold the love and the trust that even through the tears that Source is here, then all will be well and peace will return. (TO BE CONTINUED)
You are loved. Keep your heart high and your hands dancing for peace and harmony. Many hands DO make light work so please, please know you are loved from here for always.