2026 Update: It must be February somewhere. In less than 3 hours it will be for those on the East coast of the US. Many planets have moved into Aquarius and an eclipse is coming, along with the Saturn Neptune conjunction on February 20th at 0 degrees Aries. So much to take in.  To quote David Bowie in his iconic song Changes, Time may change me but I can’t trace time , That is my reality for the past few years.  I cannot keep up. So now that 2026 is almost over, wink wink, what are you going to do this month? 

2025 Update:  Yes, we are in February already. Tomorrow we officially enter Imbolc ( at 15 degrees Aquarius, one of the four Cross -Quarter Days). 

Today is my Ascendant return, as my sun enters the first house. If only Saturn and Neptune would leave. ( They will be soon, but it has been tedious. )

Please enjoy this classic post about this favorite month of mine. Trust that I have much brewing behind the curtain so stay tuned for fresh content. Also scroll down to the 2020 update and start reading at that point.

Namaste,  litebeing

Please enjoy this reblog about February. I hope to present new content soon. Stay tuned!  BTW I would read the entire post, including the 2020 intro. It still resonates now.

Happy February 2020 everyone! While I would be lying if I said I am carefree now that the calendar progressed one month, I will say that some relief has arisen inside of me. I do not take this for granted. To say the energies are intense now seems incredibly redundant. We cannot go back ( from the perspective of linear time, that is). This is the norm at present.

The days are growing longer here in the Northern Hemisphere and Spring does seem to be within reach. I am eager to share with you some new musings about reality, ascension, and living in a body litebeing style, but this requires more processing and the correct “space” to write in a way that is blog-worthy in quality and scope.

So in the meantime, I want to share with you a new article by Matt Kahn. I find myself surprised to notice that I may be partially? ascending. Please read below and share your reactions with me. Then scroll further below to read my annual February blog.

love ya, litebeing

This brief  “rant” is to help the uninitiated understand why I love astrology. This love is illogical, unscientific, and 100 percent biased. Long before I owned an ephemeris or even knew such a thing existed, February was my favorite month of the year. Even though I don’t particularly love winter. Even though I was born in November. When I was a kid, most of my close friends were born within a few days of each other during the beginning of February. I met my teenage crush on February 1st and for a while considered it an unofficial holiday.  My first serious boyfriend was born on February 5th and one of my most magical romances began on Thursday, February 4th. (love the phonetic symmetry)

Once I began taking formal astrology classes and attending astrological lectures, I learned how to properly calculate my astrological chart ( the days before we had computers!!) . Then I discovered that I am an Aquarius Rising. It basically means that the sun enters my first house every year approximately between February 4th and February 6th. For the astrologers reading this, I approximate because I have altered my documented birth-time by a few minutes to correspond better with life events. No one is usually born at 1:00 pm on the dot!!

Why I am posting this ” rant” ? Because I am feeling the pre- ascendant energy take shape! I love the electricity that accompanies the transition from the 12th house to the 1st, the darkness to the light, the hidden to the brightly illuminated. It is truly a rebirth.

constellation Aquarius

Happy Birthday to all my  February Aquarius friends . Come celebrate the coolest shortest month on our calendar. And to those who don’t get astrology, pay attention to when you come back to life. It may surprise you!

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second image courtesy of By Roberto Mura (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Greetings from the frigid Delaware Valley. I only vaguely remember a winter such as this. A great question is will we remember today  in the archives of history? Today is the day that Neptune sticks the landing of its journey through Aries. 0 degrees Aries is Genesis, the Spark of Creation, unleashed energy. This signifies unbridled exuberance.

Personally I have noticed many losses in the months preceding. Loss of people, plants, relationships, power, agency, faith, role models, expectations, etc. Endings precede beginning, This is the movement of cycles. Feeling the sadness is needed in the 12th house of life. I recall being hopeful about Neptune in Pisces since Neptune would be happiest in its own sign. Now it seems that this transit helped usher in more awakenings in the Collective. Just not the way I had imagine it would.

Some readers know that my style is to share downloads on astro transits rather than go into details. At the end of the day this is where my strength lies. So here are some possible keywords and phrases:

Melting of rage

Erosion of the patriarchy

Separation through war

Idealizing sexuality

Fighting for the realization of dreams

Being drunk with power

Spiritual revolution

Since Neptune is connected with dreams, I have a small share. Two nights ago, I woke up from a dream where I left something valuable behind and was rushing back to retrieve it. Last night I dreamt I was being offered some gifts in an exchange. I did not like most of these offerings. They did not represent me. Later I was offered some other items, including amethyst and ruby necklaces. I said ” I really like jewelry” and was excited to receive these gorgeous gifts. While I am still working on processing this dream, I see the symbolism as a prediction for this coming timeline. To me, Neptune means dazzle and sparkle and Aries means spark. Within a gem is an infinite glimpse into possibilities. Possibilities are where beginning are born. especially red stones such as rubies and garnets.

Currently I see mostly the red of bloodshed in the streets  and all over the media. However without Mars, this is no Venus. In this 3D world we appear to need polarity. Afterall,  having sex is often described as making love. Sex often results in procreation. See how this all comes together ( pun intended). Here’s to infinite sparks of creation. What do you intend to create?

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1/19/26 Update: Just like last year, today on the 15th the sun makes an ingress into the sign of Aquarius. However, it is a coin toss if you can feel it given yesterday’s Capricorn packed new moon. Regardless, I appreciate the movement from Earth to Air. Pluto of course hangs in this territory now. So hey when does the fun start? Well, it depends on your attitude. The matrix moves at warp speed and often resembles a film starring Bruce Willis and/or Ben Affleck and/ or Will Smith amping up to rescue us. We need to create a story where we rescue ourselves. Maybe if has already begun production…  Enjoy this repost!

1/19/25 Update: Today the sun makes its annual return to Aquarius. I do not feel it, but with the Sun still in my 12th, how could I possibly notice? My prediction for last year was wrong so I deleted it. Like last year, Pluto in Aquarius conjoins the sun after the Sun leaves the sign of Capricorn. However this year we have an inauguration and MLK day here in the States! We also are still adjusting to another  Mars Pluto opposition. We get another hit in April so stay tuned. I will keep the last paragraph of my update because I want it to be so. Today I listened to an article reminding me that we Americans endured a very corrupt period in our federal government in the 19th century and here we are. Maybe humans are like roaches after all. Or maybe we are more resilient that we know.

Lots of forward thinking , forward moving activity, and new beginnings are coming our way. Enjoy this oldie but goodie post.

I grew up in the 1960s so I knew about the Age of Aquarius very early on. There was a band that was very popular called The 5th Dimension. They recorded music for the soundtrack for the counter-cultural musical Hair. I grew up repeatedly hearing terms  like the 5th dimension and Age of Aquarius. In 2014 I am still trying to grasp their true essence. Hair debuted around the time my second grade teacher helped me create the solar system out of paper mache. I can still see that image in my mind’s eye. It was a major turning point for me. I am so lucky to have not changed schools until 3rd grade. My teacher believed in me and her influence was unlimited.  That is when my interest in astrology began. It is funny that my parents did not discourage this hobby/obsession. They were classic traditionalists.  It was probably because mainstream culture embraced it back then. In my parent’s house all four of my family’s sun sign plaques are still hanging on the kitchen wall. My parents even saw the (then controversial ) play Hair. Oh how I wanted to see it in high school, but I was not allowed to go. But in 1979 the film came out and I saw it with my father! Odd I know , but he liked the music and the play. Maybe he was trying to prove how cool he was to his teenage daughter.

I know Aquarius can be seen as cold and aloof and very superior, but in an elevated state it is about life. The water bearer arrives with life affirming water. That water can be refreshing or freezing. It depends on your point of view. I do not know if the Age is totally here. I think that we have gotten glimpses of it for many, many years.  I have a feeling that when we are fully in it, we will be very surprised by its appearance and power. Back in the mid 1960s when the Uranus/Pluto conjunction was in full force, I was too young to understand or even recognize the revolutions, upheaval, and violence. I recall the arrival of the Beatles, astrology, cool fashion, psychedelic colors, unusual music, and the acceleration of space exploration. As I type this, I am having a mini-epiphany. I was fascinated by the space program and that probably also contributed to my curiosity about astrology. I do remember the moon walk and no, I am not talking about Michael Jackson! I grew up during a time of excitement, experimentation and optimism.  The landscape is different today, but we can still choose optimism over cynicism. Even with the current backdrop of the Uranus/Pluto squares and the upcoming cardinal cross, it is still a choice. How awesome is it that we can choose all of our reactions to circumstances. What do you choose?

Please click over to watch the opening scene  and number :

The Age of Aquarius – Hair the Movie

Then ask yourself:

 Were people misguided in the 1960s about love and peace prevailing over war and greed?

What does revolution mean to you?

Are you glad I have resumed asking questions?

What does the spirit of Aquarius look like?

How does it operate in your life?

peace out,  litebeing 

image credits:  https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:Aquarius_(astrology) public domain United States.

The photos I chose have an animal theme this go -round. This is mainly because I found a photo with 13 and a cake.

I wasn’t emotionally prepared to write anything after learning of Bob Weir’s death, but here I am giving it a try. As a certified grief counselor, I often suggest my clients do the following : Feel all the emotions, lean into gratitude and get grounded. I already am in full crying mode, so I plan to use this post to discuss gratitude and grounding.

Luck is all about attitude and perspective. Rather than regurgitate all the losses I have suffered over the past several years, I choose to speak on what it working. Thanks to Jane, my high school friend who introduced my to the Dead at age 16, the same age Bob Weir met Jerry Garcia,  ( of which I learned yesterday ). Jane was insistent I listen to this obscure band in 1976. No one I knew but her was a fan or even heard of them. They were not on the FM stations I enjoyed. I vaguely remember wondering how good could they be if I am not already familiar with them? Well Jane, wherever you are, thank you! I am lucky for your friendship for so many reasons. One that strongly resonates is how loyal you were during some dark times when friends were scarce. Clearly you make an impression after all this time. Thanks to my blog buddies across the globe. How did I manage without you I wonder? You make me better, smarter, more aware, more creative and often more embodied. Connections often come and go, but the love remains. Thanks to the Founder of WP. who was born today. I still marvel that I chose to start this blog on the founder’s birthday. I was not aware of this beforehand.  Thanks to the teachers in my life, particularly the ones who noticed my talent and passion for writing. I was often known as the girl with the dreadful handwriting but quickly I became the great speller and word person. I know that without the encouragement of a few teachers I would have been lost. I try to pass this on to my teacher clients. I am so grateful to music in general and The Dead in particular. Music has a been a healing agent as long as I can remember. The Dead were with me both when I was giddy in love and when my world was imploding. I do not have adequate words for the feelings I feel when I am immersed in their artistry.  I will just add that my heart warms up and glistens more often than not when those melodies enter my field.

Finally I want to say a few words about why I write. I adored both visual arts and writing as a child. What I discovered rather early is that writing was able to help me ground. Often my thoughts and ideas were not understood by my family or peers. Using a diary for personal reflections or engaging in storytelling lightened up my spirit and quieted my mind.  As a mostly water and air person, grounding doesn’t come naturally.  Writing rarely fails or disappoints. Rather it lifts me up, unburdens me and facilitates a way towards serenity. In essence, it keeps me on the planet a bit better than it found me.  Kinda like my cats Jasmine and Dexter did.  I say this all the time, but it is new for the more recent readers : Starting this blog was one of the best decisions I had made as an older adult. Rekindling my relationship with the written word was a dream my soul had been seeking. Perhaps this is why I keep coming back to my home at litebeing chronicles.  Happy Happy birthday!

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A time of endings transforming into beginnings is upon all of us and I will be getting this published just under the wire, as they say.

How do you navigate so much change amidst a backdrop of chaos and destabilization? Why, paint your nails blue! This picture above is of my hand, sporting a gorgeous midnight sky blue nail color. I believe this was my first professional manicure ever. One could call this a lively Senior moment! I was about to turn age 65, something I am still trying to wrap my head around. It seemed appropriate to do something our of character. The idea popped into my awareness that it would be fun to adorn myself in a novel way. It turns out this will be the color of my new car that I test drove yesterday. Pics will follow when I take her home. 12/31 Update: I got her home and named her Margot. Pictures still to follow!

I did not know at the time that blue was even a color option. This Lapis – like energy is connected to the throat chakra and I need to strengthen my voice. While I can be assertive and direct, there are instances where I falter. This happened again while texting my mother. This relationship is broken and declining fast. She discounts most of what I say and  living in denial is her coping strategy of choice. I reached out to let her know how I felt about her refusal to take some past incidents in my childhood seriously. While I did a good job asserting myself, I could have said more and been more vulnerable. I would grade myself a C+. However, I continually see how well I have done considering the lack of love and care I received. Still hurts, even at my age!

Speaking of transitions and age, I would like to end the year acknowledging some of those we lost. There has been an onslaught of amazing celebrities , local and distant, that took stage left this year.  I am featuring some that have made a lasting impact.

Pierre Robert

I will start with a local legend, Pierre Robert. Pierre was a famous Philadelphia DJ that I discovered on FM radio in high school.   You would hear about him popping up everywhere.  He was special.  He was kind, fun – loving and part of the local scene in  a big way.  I saw him a few times in person. Once was at a sports event many moons ago.  He more recently was spotted by my sister when we were at a place downtown celebrating her 50th birthday.  I saw him at the bar looking older than I remembered, but still his spirit shined. His passion for music was everything. I figured he would be here forever.

Pierre Robert: 10 things you should know about Philly’s iconic DJ

Robert Redford

As an Aquarius Rising, I notice the Leo lads.  Robert Redford along with Aquarius Paul Newman were the blue eyed heart throbs of the 60s and 70s. I was introduced to his films as a child.  My family took me to see this one ~ a true classic.  Bob was more than a cute celebrity. He was a philanthropist and activist.  Paul Newman, who has been gone a while, interestingly enough, was also very much into charity.

To quote Paula Cole,  Where have all the cowboys gone?

Diane Keaton

Her death seems mysterious to me, but her life seemed oddly familiar. Not because our lives have much in common on the surface. More so, because she was a true role model for how to be an independent, eccentric woman who made her own way.  She never married, but had romances with some charismatic leading men. I first saw her in Woody Allen movies ( before his star was tarnished ). She was known for her fashion sense, humor, and authenticity. She’s like the older sister I never had if I could have a sister who was an Oscar winner from Hollywood. She lived on her own terms and became an icon.

Donna Godchaux

Donna was the only female singer in the Grateful Dead. When I became a fan in 1977. she and her husband Keith were onboard. I wish she would have stayed longer because the Dead were better with female energy. Her voice was hauntingly beautiful. She was graceful and confident and part of me wanted to be her for a time. She is not as well known as Jerry Garcia or Bob Weir, but her contributions were bountiful.

Rob Reiner and Anthony Geary

Rob Reiner and Anthony Geary died on the same day  at the same age. They also knew each other. They both had secrets. Rob Reiner had a difficult time with his son who struggled with addiction and mental illness. Anthony Geary hid his sexuality from the public. They both were influential and ground breaking in their own way. I spent most of my life watching Rob as an actor and director/producer. When Harry Met Sally is one of my enduring favorites.  Anthony came into view in my tweens. He was the magical Luke Spencer.  Geary was a gifted actor, combining intensity with wit.  He was immensely talented. I was among many in my generation to watch Luke and Laura’s wedding on General Hospital while  on campus. I still recall where I sat.  Every Sunday my family watched tv together on Sunday evenings. It was All in the Family followed by a Henry the 8th miniseries. The Mike character reminds me of my role in the family I was born into. Rob Reiner, just like Redford, was a major activist. He and his wife were tragically murdered. His light continues to shine upon us.

Like I said earlier, just under the wire. I wish all my WP tribe a joyous 2026!  I am eager to see 2025 end.  Sometimes it felt like it would never end.  I accomplished many things but sadness, disgust, and pain prevailed. Yet I remain grateful for my life and what I am able to make of it, especially all that leads to beauty, magic, healing and love. It is a privilege that I get to share my stories and musings here, where my voice is strong and vibrant. Thank you for being here and being you!

Thanksgiving 2025 Update:

With another year quickly coming towards the end zone, I want to take stock of my blessings. There is so much to be grateful for, no exceptions. At age 65, I am still here. My work is fulfilling and serves others. I live in a safe, convenient neighborhood in a lovely, well maintained apartment. I get to work part – time and create my own schedule. My creativity is active and my heart is open.

Abundance is a topic that has been on my mind lately. I would like to share a brief example of how miracles are ripe for the taking if you pay attention. Over the course of a few weeks, someone who I do not know very well has been quite generous. Her generosity was of her own initiative and was unexpected. I have been working with a Naturopath for a few months now. We meet online once every couple of months or so. Her services are not covered by insurance and are not inexpensive.  Two visits ago I noticed that she charged me about half of her fee. I figured she would  re -charge my card but she never did. I was not sure what to make of it. Recently we were scheduled to meet again and I emailed her an update about my health status. She wrote me back to ask that we have a talk rather than a visit. I agreed but was a bit unclear about this. It turns our she would like me to get some tests that are not covered by insurance and thought I could take the money from her fee and save it towards getting one of the tests. This was quite a shock. I told her how appreciative I was, still processing her words. Part of me still wonders why she would be so kind to me. This gesture truly gave me pause.

Upon more reflection, I have concluded that love and grace can arise in any way at any time from anyone. This is because the source is from the same source. The only SOURCE. This is one of the numerous reasons to practice gratitude and to bestow kindness to others. Not to get something back in return, but to reprogram yourself to back to your highest, purest version of you.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Enjoy this annual holiday post and make sure you take note of Saturn stationing direct today. Another reason for gratitude. This planetary movement can usher in long overdue progress and momentum.

Linda aka litebeing

GRATITUDE

G – Generosity of spirit manifesting in each moment, with each inhalation

R- Resilience in the face of darkness, supporting me through many a storm

A- Ability to share myself through writing, teaching, healing, BEING

T- Twinkle of light in a child’s eyes, the sunset, my heart

I – Inspiration that never ceases to amaze me and warm my soul

T- Treasures that unfold effortlessly and in a multitude of forms

U- Unconditional love , from Dexter, family of choice, my friends near and far

D-Dreams manifesting mysteriously and magnificently, especially here at WordPress

E- Eternal miracles, just waiting to be discovered, right under my nose

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holy-day. Maybe that’s because it arrives so close to my Midheaven, or perhaps it’s my mother’s incredible stuffing. Then again it could be the ability to include anyone you want at the table, without the pressure of gifts or material constraints.  Less hype, more substance.

I personally am not a fan of holidays in general. The Quakers were right in saying that every day is holy. It can be if we choose to live and love in each moment. What makes Thanksgiving sacred to me is the idea of a tribal feasting and gratitude practice. Frankly there have been some years where I had difficulty reciting my blessings round the dinner table. Life has not always been kind or simple. Tomorrow it will difficult for my family to shut me up when it is my turn to share my blessings. With tears in my eyes and a glow in my heart, I am so aware what a remarkable year this has been! No, it has not been without challenges, mishaps, losses, and delays. But this is the first time in decades where I have realized so many of my original dreams and desires. Sometimes I just have to pinch myself. I never knew life could be so incredible…

But then again, it’s probably the stuffing, yummy!

Wishing you and yours a Blessed Thanksgiving, even if you do not formally celebrate! Let the love and bounty into your heart and tell everyone that you love them…

poem by litebeing chronicles © 2013

image by wikimedia.org 

Hello lovely readers,

I have been thinking of telling this story for several years, but kept moving in other directions. This seems like as good a time as any. There has been a new development which led me to regather some photos and get this piece published.

So, let’s begin …..

My path towards Quakerism is a fine example of grace, fate, and opportunity. There are a few themes in my life that still surprise me, because they seem so ” not me “.  This is definitely one of those themes.

I searched my memory to figure out when the first breadcrumb appeared. I believe it was in early 1992, when transiting Saturn conjoined my Ascendant. I do not think this transit was relevant to this path, but it is related to the event. Our work group went on an day retreat to Pendle Hill in Wallingford Pa. I still remember who drove us and who led the retreat. I had never heard of Pendle Hill , but was excited to go on a retreat. I liked the place immediately. Honestly it was great just to do something different. I was beginning to become ambitious about my career for the first time. I wanted to take on more responsibility and perhaps be a leader. This is indicative of this important Saturn transit. I knew very little about the Quaker faith , other than its ties to Pennsylvania. I had no inkling how important Pendle Hill would become to me about 12 years later.

My ambition resulted in being given an opportunity to be sponsored for a graduate degree in Social Work so I could possibly become a Social Work Supervisor, I was lucky to be admitted to Bryn Mawr College and be part of a program that paid for my tuition and books for the second year. Both years I was paid full time while I went to school full time and worked a couple days a week at an internship. Bryn Mawr was a wonderful experience and my time there brought me many blessings. It is an institution with Quaker origins. Slowly but surely this path was gaining momentum. On my very first day I befriended a woman in my class. She and I would remain connected after graduation. Her family practiced Quakerism. I do not think I ever met a Quaker up until this point.  My second year I became friendly with another woman. We even shared the same internship setting for awhile and later became colleagues in a private practice. She went to the George School and was also raised Quaker.

A few years alter we moved office buildings at work. On the days I drove in, I parked my car and walked a few blocks. On those frequent walks I passed  by the Friends Center.

This is where I first saw the phrase :

There is no way to peace; peace is the way.

Around 2000 or so I learned that one of my Bryn Mawr friends died tragically. She was only 36 years old. One of my city colleagues knew her family and she went to her funeral. It was a Quaker service and I  was quite curious about this synchronicity.  Around the same time ( maybe a year before ) a colleague in the cube in front of mine served as a mentor. She was very wise and savvy, but rather private. However she was very proud of her son and would talk about him often. He went to a Quaker School in her neighborhood. I recall she shared information with me about the school. Later she left for another job and I was assigned to do a site visit there. I met with her and  this agency was located by a Quaker Meetinghouse and another Quaker School. I was at this point inundated with so many breadcrumbs that I could almost taste the bread being baked. I had become very curious about this mysterious faith.

Around the same time, changes were afoot in my personal life. My longtime Astrology Group, the Philadelphia Astrological Society, was folding, No one was interested in replacing the exiting president. This saddened me greatly. One of my  Astro friends was Quaker and went to a Meeting in Delaware County. She knew a woman who worshipped at the Meeting in my community. I think she sparked the idea of me visiting the Meeting. this was a big step. I was averse to organized religion and was unaccustomed to attending a church or synagogue. I was unclear.

Then life got real. Real intense, that is.  About 24 years ago, in the fall of 2001, I began seeing a man at work. I have written about him a few times. This romance was unexpected and complicated. Transiting Pluto  was conjoining my Venus. This was a powerfully intense  time. Of course he was Plutonian, like me. In fact we are both Scorpios and share the same birthday. Astrology works, in case you may have any doubts. ( BTW Happy Birthday to both of us, lol! )

By the Summer of 2002, this relationship imploded in a painful and very public way. I was broken and exhausted, So much so, that I became reluctant about future entanglements. This breakup was devastating and humiliating. I learned so much, but that took some time to heal. One warm summer day I decided to to take a drive to Skippack Village. I needed to get away from my routine for a few hours. I do not recall exactly how, but someone gave me a quick psychic reading. She told me that my life would change very soon and things would work out well. I wanted to believe her but I was doubtful. A few weeks later I learned that Chestnut Hill Meeting would have a booth at the local Fall Festival. I went to the booth and learned that there would be a visitors event in October. The location was just  a few minutes from my home. I felt ambivalent but decided to go. My friend knew someone there and seemed sure I would like it. It was very unlike me but I ventured out to a place where I knew no one .  I went alone and had no frame of reference, just a desire to to immerse myself in something fresh and new.

While this initial visit was challenging, I was greeted with kindness and love. People wanted to get to know me and I met the woman that my Astro Friend was acquainted with. She became very important in my life. In fact, she was instrumental for setting the stage for me to meet James.  She did have Divine help, of which I am sure! Another fun fact : she began blogging at WordPress and I was intrigued because she is a writer and I was a fan. I even contributed to a couple of the Quaker Journals she had authored. Her involvement here at WP sparked my interest blogging myself. See how this all comes full circle.

Which brings us back to 2025. A couple of weeks ago I made the brave trek to Gwynedd PA to worship at the Sunday Service. I had not visited a meetinghouse in at least ten years, perhaps longer. I wanted to see if it would be a more natural fit than my time revisiting Judaism. I knew the building well, but never worshipped there. I only knew one person who  was part of the community. I currently live rather close to the meetinghouse and have been feeling rather isolated. So I woke up early and walked in. I was struck by how easy it was. People came up to me. One woman kept introducing me to people. The fact that I still hold a Quaker membership paved the way perhaps. I saw the person I knew and her family. That was awkward, but yet familiar. She is an architect and designed the renovation of the building. Sitting in the worship area, I could see her artistry firsthand. From my vantage point, the light flooded in the windows, showcasing the trees. The yellow and gold leaves sparkled. I felt the peace within the spacious room. The structure was simple, timeless. and filled with the Divine Spark. It was peace. Peace is the way.

The woman who forecasted my life change was correct. So many tiny nudges led me here. Subtle but cumulatively significant. They were like signposts along a very winding, elongated journey.  Those first years at Chestnut Hill Meeting was magical. I threw myself into the mix because I felt connected. Unlike my time at the synagogue. this was seamless. It was almost as if everyone was waiting for me. While many of my friends from that timeline moved away from Philadelphia , the ripples still are with me today. I don’t know how my time at Gwynedd will progress, but I am not worried about it. I long for more chances to be led towards the Light. That is my road to peace.

You can read related posts about Quakerism and Pendle Hill on my blog to learn more.