Vierville sur Mer As it has always looked. Tall stone walls of sun-bleached creme Bending with each turn in the road Urging one on. Point du Hoc As it has always been Before The darkness Rest assured of itself, Left bereft of life, the living. What that this force does with our humanity; Usurps the Soul Morsel by brutal bleeding morsel Until it breaks the spine of Spirit dwelling there. Lets It swing from rafters Dead to Mothers, Lovers, Children all. St Mere Eglise As it has always stood, Today like any other But for the thin veil That breathes its fabric Between the worlds And gives rise To not just the living memory Of the fallen But to the Ineffable; Ever present, The unending sorrow And blinding light. Ten thousand of my sons came that day Braced to die. Just that day alone. Here. Fused by Spirit unbroken, Could do nothing but press on. They fought. They died. There is but one light in us all. It shines Eternal in this soil, the sea, And in time immemorial With we As witness That it will not ever happen again. And yet it does.
Vierville sur Mer
Enter the Silence
For the seven years I lived in Mt. Shasta, one of the returning themes for people coming in for five day retreats?
Was the absolute resistance to ‘the Silence’ as if it was something foreign…unheard of…as if you got there by turning off the television.
Well, that’s a start…
It was also one of the greatest treasures each individual parted with; an experience of just that.
I read a line of a writer claiming loneliness today, because of the need to be on her own to write…and it prompts me to address the *issue* — for it is that; an issue.
Tapping creativity, accessing, happens from the vacuous space of Silence; from the Void.
Entering the Silence? It is like being in the womb…a blank slate, a listening, beating heart.
It’s familiar. Comfortable. Alive.
I encourage others to step in.
Step into the Silence.
Unplug and be in nature, get off the grid — do whatever you have to do to give that to yourself.
Because THAT’s where and when. THAT’s how. THAT’s the door of creation.
Welcome
Hello ~ and Welcome.
I am Ani Lea.
In 1997, I began compiling what became Write Revelation — witnessing ordinary daily life with people…witnessing quiet experiential moments of consciousness unfolding that if I was not careful, would dissolve as quickly as revealed.
This has continued over the years…it continues now..whenever I am dumbfounded..everything STOPS until I am at peace with having found the words that harness, capture and somehow mirror the experience rolling by.
The intention? To be Scribe to moments of the Ineffable, so hard to capture in time and space…this is that offering.
The purpose? To openly share those reflections of the Ineffable in life and living — of something that is always there but not always looked for, and to softly suggest that perhaps — just perhaps — you might find it valuable to — well — to write revelation.
May we all touch the same grace afoot, to consider anew what we might not see with the naked eye.
Think About It!
How amazing a morsel it is, that one can find revelatory unfoldment through any experience on a given day.
Where innocence rains its Presence, THERE is the Light.
That, then, begs more of Itself.
Whether it is by virtue of a person, place or meditative exploration of consciousness, there is opportunity everywhere.
It is always available.
This is a profound doorway to begin to translate your life spiritually.
Write Revelation, compiled over the years into a softcover, is a witnessing, and serves as a mirror for each juncture of consciousness experienced.
Subtleties of shock that can exist in one moment of revealing
And, YOU can Write Revelation.
Poetry is one of the most accessible bridges available to harness the Ineffable;
to succinctly language the experiences harnessed, and then to offer that cupful for consideration back to you –
serving as witness to the Ineffable within you.
Subtleties of shock that can exist in one moment of revealing
may fold out into a next moment of grace, and then back again.
Be open to fall into any piece singularly.
Find and be in your own experience; that is what is there for you: the all you may find — and all you may not. It changes with each glance. This is the nature of revelation.
So much comes with the asking.
May each of you who may be touching your own intimate moments of awakening — grow in valuing this relation with yourself as paramount – seemingly not necessary to your survival but surely to your evolution — and so absolutely full circle back to what survival is for you.
