Weaving Our Way Through Life

Updated: Sep 16, 2020

“The more simplified and aligned we become in September, the smoother fall and winter will be for the light workers holding sacred space for the shadow exhausting itself with fighting as a means of attempting to end each struggle.” - Matt Kahn in a recent energy update.

“A Lightworker is anyone who devotes their life to being a bright light in the world. They understand that their actions (no matter how big or small) have the potential to raise the vibration of the planet. A Lightworker soul is awake, conscious that their presence matters and that they are part of something that is bigger than them.” - Rebecca Campbell

Obviously, we are all in this for the long haul. Today is Labor Day which denotes the end of summer, a change of season is upon us. Meditation is a tool I use to help me feel balanced, focused and present in this world. There’s a momentum to daily meditation. Our community has a weighty presence in my life and I witness the significance meditation has in yours as well. I value the connection, the sharing and insight.

Driving home yesterday from our vacation felt like I held my nose and jumped into a pool of collective unconsciousness. The highways are brutal at times with impatient people, scary close-calls all with these steel vehicles going at high speeds. Every vehicle is driven by a human being with a soul and a personality. But I don’t trust that every soul I encounter is willing to do the inner work to be a light worker, though at some point in their life they will as they live their journey. It’s inevitable.

I am grateful my week away was filled with ocean sounds and relaxation. The whole experience helped my perspective. The change in scenery was refreshing. I feel gratitude that my inner focus and alignment goes home with me as I continue my practice. My meditative practice is part of my recipe for survival through these tumultuous times.

Thank you for joining me on this meditative journey.

I am weaving the tapestry of my life

by Vera Agnes

I am weaving the

tapestry of my life. I am spinning the threads of my past,

the odd and knobbly strands, the

smooth and soft ones, it is all flowing

like silk through my hands once I sit

down at my loom.

Only when it all blends together, I can

see the unfolding pattern I was blind to

see before. When bits and pieces

seemed like bitter blocks before, they

now turn into a manifold ornament, to enliven my life on a tapestry of


The more I weave, the more I trust. Though sometimes I will bleed and

blister, it is inherent to the weaver’s

work and weave I must.