Susan Feathers – Fearless Flame

Are You Ready to Receive Your Soul?

Susan Feathers — Thu, 16 Jan 2014 02:14:38 +0000

What if everything around you is conspiring to support you in the deep desire that lives in your heart? What if your heart is transpiring to remind you of your deepest desire?

Do you want to listen? Do you want to know? Are you ready to receive the gift of your very own desires? Are you ready to receive your soul?

If you need help remembering or feeling this essential support call me for a shamanic session.

Offering Gratitude

Susan Feathers — Sat, 15 Dec 2012 09:05:12 +0000

Today i offer gratitude for one thing that i have never offered thanks for before.

Today i offer gratitude to Betrayal.

One split tree becomes three new lives…

I know you well Betrayal.

I have given you to others and feasted on you when you have been offered to me. I have split and been split by you. In the places the you emptied, new growth has blossomed.

Today i offer thanks to you. Your medicine, your power is great. Your lessons & your teaching have softened me. Thank you for walking with me on this path for enticing me to dance with you.

Are you one of the dakinis holding drums, flutes, and bells, dancing, holding naked flames?

She Who Dances in the Flames

Our dance has been important & transformative (trance-in-form-active). Your flames licking at my soles. thighs, breasts, heart, & searing a path in this mind.

In offering gratitude i invite new friends to walk and dance by my side. I invite Forgiveness & Relinquishing to join us on this life journey.

May we remain always together, never parting from one anothers wisdom-family.
Learning to see with the same eyes.
Living in the chamber of Heart together.
Dancing wildly in the flames….

Where are You Leading me Coyote?

Susan Feathers — Thu, 13 Dec 2012 11:11:39 +0000

Today, a Coyote, directly across my path in the middle of the day. I stop the car. Watch. This makes two coyotes in two days. Midday each one crosses my path or do i cross theirs? I wonder. Coats golden as the dry grass in this already drought high desert. And brown as the bottoms branches of the Juniper trees, who have begun to die after two or more years of low water. I morn their slow death, the Junipers who bring fragrant and sacred smoke to our ceremonies and feed Coyote. The Juniper soft in the wind and dropping their purple berries each fall. They watch over my dreams at night. I think about the bathwater I use so often to sooth my life. What does each tub full of water have to do with the slow death of the Juniper trees?

Is there a way for both to exist, my bath and this majestic and fragrant tree? Can I drain pure, un-soaped and detergent-free water from the tub to the Junipers and have both my bath and their majesty? Can I forgo one bath a week and offer that water to the trees instead? What is our ‘right relationship’ with one another? What am I in love with most?

Coyote stops when i stop (my car). Looks at me. Me at she. Drinking each other in before she slips into the landscape and my eyes can no longer separate her from the grass and dying low branches. Is she the dakini dancing in the immeasurable space of love? I only know I am intoxicated by her. I wait for her to arrive again. I seek her council.

Yesterday there were three Ravens. Then Coyote. I know, from experience, that this means i need to be on the look out for ways in which i am tricking myself. I also know from long days on mountain roads, that another trickster is near. Yesterday that trickster arrived immediately in the form of a cop car. Today, after Coyote, it was an immediate phone call. Wrong number. Just to see if i was paying attention? I am listening Coyote…..

Where are you leading me?

Deer & Dog Meditation

Susan Feathers — Wed, 29 Aug 2012 11:11:55 +0000

This day, Deer is standing in the road. Not unusual. Generally expected when driving around in this western mountain town. But this time she is so intent on watching something on the other side of the street. Ears alert. Her full attention directed forward. I slow, then stop as I near her, wondering if she is about to cross in front of me. But her attention is distracted. So I am drawn to look across the road.

There, in the yard as intent on Deer as Deer is on she, sits a golden retriever. Not a peep comes from her mouth. She sits. Facing Deer. Watching Deer. I look for the person near by that has commanded her, golden coat reflected in the setting sunlight, to remain still in Deer’s presence. I see no one. Yet there she sits. Alone in the yard. Neither barking nor jumping up to chase you, Deer. I am in awe of her stillness. And Deer’s. I wish I could find that stillness in my morning meditation. Watching. Relaxed. Yet completely alert in the present moment.

Are you speaking a language I can not hear, Deer and Retriever. I sense it. Wonder. Caution. Curiosity. Perhaps a spark of recognition.

You are young, not as small as the other Deer with you. Certainly as thin and scruffy. Especially scruffy this year I think. A result of the dry spring? There is still so little green life springing from the ground. And this. One of your favorite spots for lunch and dinner? Do you, Deer and and Golden Dog gaze at one another each afternoon?

Have you forged an unspoken friendship?

I want to stop my car and gaze at the two of you until the spell breaks, until the sun turns the snow capped mountains into glowing rose quartz peaks, until I can begin to hear the silent language between you.

What is the language that is spoken in the eyes of Deer and the erect and still attention of Golden Dog?

Sun sets on a …

Susan Feathers — Tue, 28 Aug 2012 20:00:35 +0000

Mostly Wordless Day…

Motherblood in the Sky

I never cease to be amazed!

Each morning the embers of the previous day

begin to gently glow as Sun rises.

By the end of the day life-flames

blaze to the heavens

just before the cool ash of Evening Sky

settles, keeping them alive for another day….

What is going to be is what is, that is love….

Susan Feathers — Tue, 28 Aug 2012 18:39:20 +0000

What is going to be is what is, that is love….

There is a beautiful snow peaked mountain

With peaceful clouds wrapped round her shoulders.

The surrounding air is filled with love and peace.

What is going to be is what is,

That is love.

There is no fear of leaping into the immeasurable space of love.

Fall in love?

Or, are you in love?

Such questions cannot be answered,

Because in this peace of an all-pervading presence,

No one is in and no one is falling in.

No one is possessed by another.

I see a beautiful playground

Which some may call heaven,

Others may regard it as a trap of hell.

But, I, Chögyam, don’t care.

In the playground beautiful Dakinis are holding hand drums, flutes and bells.

Some of them, who are dancing, hold naked flames, water, a nightingale,

Or the whole globe of earth with the galaxies around it.

These Dakinis may perform their dance of death or birth or sickness,

I am still completely intoxicated, in love….

– Chögyam Trungpa, 6 August 1969

listen to the whole poem http://www.chronicleproject.com/stories_120.html

And me? … I wake each morning and listen to this poem by Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche…raise my hands to the sky and choose life…then attempt to pay attention to the signs in a natural world that speaks to me..

Imagine the possibilities of who you are…..

Susan Feathers — Tue, 31 Jul 2012 02:28:18 +0000