a note from Tu Bears – A rumbling below the surface, cosmic seeds and rays of hope crack open rupturing seams of welded metal doors. It is a season of renewing, restoring, and reawakening our faithful alliances around the earth. We are here to bring forward every sparkling bangle strung together, rattle them, twist and turn them, and bequeath them with ceremonial intention. It is ours to claim poetic bones and to own our muddy flesh. For those of us who still remain, we must demand our sculpting fingers to create peaceful gatherings, and command our dirty feet to dance and stomp the ground. The time has come for us give rise to the fire that lives within each of us. Rise up, now and sing out our most sincere integrity, bled if we must, yet stand strong and persevere. We were born with purpose.

a note from Tu Bears – Living from the core of our innermost soul grants us a confident wisdom to stretch into the future. We grow out of muddy waters, blossom in living color, flow with the tide, and witness destiny unfolding for us and forthcoming generations. It is our purpose to listen for our future’s unborn voice as it dives from one star to the next and tumbles across the sea. We are destined to create meaningful tomorrows from original thoughts and faithful determination. It may appear to be challenging to release generations of hateful, fearful, angry patterns yet, within each one of us there is the power of perseverance to succeed and fulfill our cosmic destiny.

Mother Earth’s all-inclusive nature is our greatest teacher, a terrific reminder to restore our faith in natural principles of universal cosmic creativity.

We have been working in our garden everyday this spring and I must say, it is quite beautiful. We noticed early on that we have not seen one bee. Last spring season, bees were all over our mint, lavender, salvia, and Echinacea. There were not any bees anywhere in the garden this spring. It was beginning to cause us great sadness. We heard about bees becoming endangered and have honestly been a bit worried about the seemingly disappearance of bees from our garden this year.

Our spring has turned into summer almost over night, so we have been getting up earlier to avoid the heat. Every morning, we begin our ritual of welcoming Grandfather Sun with gratitude for nature’s beautiful, thick, lush abundance. We are so blessed to enjoy our morning in the garden.

Five days ago, I posted “…..bring back the bees.” Many of my friends responded with positive affirmations that the bees are coming back. And of course, knowing how the universe operates, this morning while pulling weeds around the lavender plants, I noticed the hundreds of bees. The bees are back. We were doing the happy dance!

There is space for every living being on this planet to be, do, and have exactly what they need, want, and desire. Gratitude is the doorway to natural abundance. Affirmations are tools of discovering innate bounty. Every word we speak leads to our pathway of living naturally in our individual opulence. We have the ability to co-create a peacefully abundant world for all of us. Thank you all for the affirmative thoughts and prayers for our bees to come back.

 

 

 Andrea Gibson

 

 

Take a cup of coffee on the road for an hour or two of site seeing in your own town with no purpose other than that.

Give yourself a day off to listen to some great music.

 

We are having a heatwave on this the longest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere. Take it easy, relax, be mindful of how you can balance your day. Be gentle with yourself and kind to your families. Bring a light heartedness into ritual, create a simple list of intentions for yourself to begin your Solstice, put a calming energy into a small bowl of water with a few drops of lavender oil and softly drum over it, sway serenely into a natural rhythm, and let your soul lead your way. May this be a blessed peaceful year for us all and may the bees come back. – Tu BearsScreen Shot 2017-06-21 at 8.41.18 AM.png

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In an ebb and flow of an ocean’s tide, our world changes.  Storms come and go, earthquakes readjust our landscape, and tragedy brings loving kindness.  The more determined we are to hold onto our attachments and our limited thinking, the more challenging the world feels.  The world is in constant evolution anyway, with or without our opinions or approval.  The harder we dig in, the more stuck we become.  We could release fear and anger, go with the ebb and flow, and be in the here and now, the when and where opportunities show up.  We can dance gracefully the tide of life.Screen Shot 2017-04-11 at 2.31.35 PM

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a note from Tu Bears – Constructing a connecting link across a land that has been there forever is like figuring out our reason for being human. It may take lifetimes of trial and error, searching this pathway, rummaging through that box of books, rambling over millions of concepts and ideas, digging up old relics of historical data, and still wondering what the heck we are doing here. Our personal puzzle cannot be solved if half of our pieces are still tucked away in secret hiding places. Be brave, invoke the unknown, stretch beyond imagination, and live with ultimate abandon.

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Time keeps rolling on. It turns corners in ways one would never guess. It evaporates right before you eyes, slips through cracks while a person hesitates to whisper an important thought. Even the three-minute wait at a red light, time is marching on.

One afternoon your baby takes his first steps, before you turn around, he has graduated, got married, and is raising kids of his own. On a Sunday in the park, she flips over like she is doing a cartwheel and yells, “look at me, mom.” Almost the next day it seems, she is packed, boarding a plane to New York City, bright lights, with her dreams in her pocket. Blame it on time. Time takes your children away while you make a living. In the morning, you wake up, you’re 18, tomorrow you wake up and you’re 70. Time rides by every day you forgot to call to say “I love you.” That’s right, I know you meant to. I know you thought about it.

Have you had a chance to get to a great concert lately or listened, deeply listened to your favorite music? How about an Oscar winning movie, or a walk in the park or a good laugh with a friend? No worries, if you didn’t see that movie on the big screen, if you don’t hesitate, you can find it in some online streaming channel. Some say, “There is always tomorrow.” Along time ago, I worked with a guy, who said the same damn thing everyday at the end of our shift, “We didn’t get much done today, but we’ll give them hell tomorrow.” I wonder how many yesterdays that was and where is he now? Here it is today already, those days of giving them hell tomorrow have slipped right on past us, collided with the day after tomorrow, and we never saw it coming. Don’t take time to hesitate, before you know it, by gones have gone on by and it is too late now.

How old did you say you were? Did you do all of those things you said you were going to? How about that red Mustang you wanted back in high school, did you ever get one? Yes, I know that was back in the day and what we wanted then isn’t appropriate now. Whose life is this anyway, where did it all go? Time kept on clicking by with every sunrise, sundown, and through good days and bad ones, too.

Say, did I tell you? Do you remember that Jasmine from back in the day, we all hung out, down at Mel’s Diner? Time slipped right on by. She had cancer, died. She was in her 40’s, had a couple of kids, still in high school. Blame it all on time, moved right on down the track, just like the train that runs under Keystone right on schedule for 365 days in every year, it clicks on by 24/7, morning, noon, and night. There goes the caboose before you can blink an eye.

I know, it is all pretty depressing. Don’t let it get you down. Get on up off of that couch, out from under the spell of that TV, and march on out there with time, smack dab in the middle of your life. Live the best way you know how and before you know it you will forget what time it is.