Transcript for February 21, 2010 by Bob Kleinheksel

We align ourselves more fully with love, with life, each other and the pervasive thrumming of the universe. This constant beating, the heartbeat of all life calls us, invites us, grounds us in sturdy cosmic backdrop. As the drums beat and as gentle voices call out, we are reminded of the reverberating and radiating energy coursing through all history and the likes of us.


Can we let ourselves go now, beyond discouragement and demands, beyond attachments and apathy… toward peace and an emptying mind? We become unclenched now, softened by grace and unconditional acceptance of our soulful, beautiful and sensual selves – with opening minds filling up with new awareness and wonder.

Winter silence continues, with ice and wind patient in February frost. It is the time of growing restlessness, of a yearning for new trends…for any sign of change. Even now might the crocuses and spring bulbs be on alert? Their instinct and makeup saying, “Be ready little ones, for it is time to begin your ascent to earth’s edge and the colorful time of your appearance.” In this winter-wrapped time, let the iceberg of our lives be more and more known instead of hidden beneath water’s surface. There is so much to see, so much to feel, so much to learn – so much revealing and blooming of our fuller selves that would enhance this world.

We see beyond the grand illusion of what society calls ideal, what mainstream media call beautiful. Might we listen more closely to the still, quiet voices that would sustain us, affirm us in all our intricate distinctions? Our sizes, shapes, uniqueness? Can we resist the siren call to conform? Can we be fully ourselves instead of what others want us to be?

Boom, boom, boom calls the drum – the heartbeat, the rhythm of the ages proclaiming that life continues-that it always trumps death; that one day, all the tombs of death’s white season will be transformed into the green of spring which is sister to summer and all cycles. On we march to a new beat, roaming new geography to each other and ourselves – on the road into community where all might dance at their own pace and style….in their own beauty and look.

Let us be mindful and oriented in thought and action to the forgotten, the forlorn. Those near in discouragement and fear. The further away ones disfigured and gaunt from violence and hunger. We balance comforts and ease with the insanity of life’s realities. Hell on earth all around….yet beauty around every corner in every person. You, me, us. As the drums beat, let us be active co-creators of this beauty and peace each is….and deserves.