To My Beautiful Friends Walking This Path, 

I don’t often speak publicly about the relationship I have with the angels, ascended masters and goddesses. But I know I’m being called to do just that for this Taurus New Moon.

I’d like to speak about one of these inter-dimensional Mentors now and how his message to me is his message to you.

Seven years ago, I had never heard of the Sufi mystic poet Jelaluddin Rumi.  I didn’t know that he walked on this Earth over 800 years ago or that he’s one of the best-selling poets of all time.

I started to intently read his poems one Saturday night many years ago while living in my friend’s laundry room, a time in my life where my inner foundation was undergoing a deep clean.

It was about an hour into my immersion when I felt his words land. Deep. Hard. Explosive.

Tears of joy and crazed laughter followed, so grateful was I that the lock to this Lover’s heart–as well as my own–had been picked.  

One year later, I started “working” with him as a Mentor and a Muse, the conversations we’ve had since then are as real as the words I’m typing here now. I call him Brother; I call him Friend; in love I am with his humour, his faith, his compassion and his wisdom.

Last week, he came for a visit during a meditation that focused on my deliberately Taurus-infused question, “What am I building here?”

His answer was so fitting for this New Moon in Taurus (arriving on May 15th at 5:47 am MST) that I had to include it in this latest “Lunar Love Note” that I wrote shortly after his visit.


Rumi came today
. We hadn’t spoken for a while.

When he arrived, I was reflecting on my role and my intention with Love Matters, the platform I was guided to create three years ago, one that has allowed me to start supporting people in writing the story of their highest potential and their most beautiful dreams. Such a blessing.

Many doors have been opened lately in expanding that platform, so many that I’ve spent the last several weeks contemplating clearer answers to the questions what am I here to do and how am I here to serve?

Questions I think about often.  

While I was meditating, I felt Rumi come into the room. I see the presences of these beings like Rumi as much as I feel and know they are there. 

Moments later, I am digging in his treasure chest of poems when my eyes quickly lock in on one I’ve read many times before: “The Pickaxe.”

I’m struck by how perfectly this poem captures the essence of this New Moon in Taurus with the earthy, sensual archetypes of the Lover, the Architect, and the Builder

I’ve included the poem, which is about the work we must do before we build a new foundation infused with love, before we build the dreams that nourish our hearts and the soul of Mother Earth.

“The Pickaxe”

Some commentary on I was a hidden treasure
and I longed to be known: tear down

this house. A hundred thousand new houses
can be built from the transparent carnelian

buried beneath it, and the only way to get to that
is to do the work of demolishing and then

digging under the foundations. With that value
in hand, all the new construction will be done

without effort. And anyway, sooner or later this house
will fall on its own. The jewel treasure will be

uncovered, but it won’t be yours then. The buried
wealth is your pay for the demolition,

the pick and the shovel work. If you wait and just
let it happen, you’d bite your hand and say,

“I didn’t do as I knew I should have.” This
is a rented house. You don’t own the deed.

You have a lease, and you’ve set up a little shop,
where you barely make a living sewing patches

on torn clothing. Yet only a few feet underneath
are two veins, pure red and bright gold carnelian.

Quick! Take the pickaxe and pry the foundation.
You’ve got to quit the seamstress work.

What does the patch-sewing mean, you ask. Eating
and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body

is always getting torn. You patch it up with food
and other restless ego satisfactions. Rip up

one board from the shop floor and look into
the basement. You’ll see two glints in the dirt.

This New Moon, ask in what parts of your life is it time to retire the job of the Seamstress and take on the mission of the Master Builder?

Once you know…Quick! Take your pickaxe and pry the foundation, my friends. We’ve got to quit this seamstress work.

“But I’ve tried and I’ve failed.”

Yes, my love, we all have.

Unchain yourself to this old, tired story when a new story can be chosen again and again in any moment.

Give up your lease on the dilapidated House you’re renting and build the many-roomed Mansion you’re called to create in its place.

“But I’m scared.”

Yes, my love, I feel the fear sometimes, too. Then I caress that scared part of me and remind Her we’re here to give and receive Love. We are in service to Love.

Remind yourself that the Universe is a kind, benevolent Force. Ask for the courage, the faith, the trust and the clarity so you can build your Garden here on the New Earth.

This New Moon in your lunar ceremony, call on Rumi as your beloved Guide and ask, What beautiful Divine Design have I been gifted to unfold?

Ask the Architect to draw up the plans, the Carpenter to build them and the Artist, the Lover and the Gardener to ensure that what you create honours the Taurus design which aligns to Beauty.

True Love and its Pickaxe will never tear you apart without providing the Plan to uncover the hidden treasure that is YOU and your soul dreams that are longing to be known, desirous of being seen, calling to be heard and begging you to live.

Sending you Love from my endlessly expanding Garden,