Joanne Lee


flowercrown.jpgWelcome seekers, skeptics, wanderers, wonderers,

We meet here in this virtual reality, some curious, some hopeful, some weary, some wise. You, seeking a teacher, a guide, a coach, a companion. Seeking more of yourself through the mirror of me. Me, seeking more of myself through the mirror of you. Infinite possibility awaits us should we choose to dance this dance.

My road home was long and rutted. More Central American jungle track than North American super highway. I definitely identified as a seeker until I finally called a preemptive strike. I obviously wasn't going to "make it" in this lifetime. I didn't work hard enough at it. I didn't have a disciplined spiritual practice. I kept trying to solve the mystery rather than be it. Despite my efforts I always found myself back where I started from - very human, very limited, very alone, very dissatisfied.

My introduction to the Trillium Awakening path was in the spring of 2012 through a small group of friends. My initial reaction was weary resistance. Not another cosmology. Not another spiritual vocabulary. Not another round of empty promises. Then quite quickly two of my peers awakened. I saw with my own eyes, heard with my own ears, felt with my own heart and was stirred in my own Being. Still skeptical but also by then already deep in my own decomposition (rot, as its affectionately called here), I started quickly sliding down. Down into my life, my body, my awakening.

Miraculously I made it to the TR in 2013 and experienced my second birth on our "free" day: I awoke as Love. Although I had voiced no expectations, if you had asked me I would have told you I was in line for a consciousness awakening since my predisposition was to the mental, the up, the white light. But Being had another plan. I was melted and forged in the fires of Love. The pole shift was from my mind to my heart. I walked around blushing in a several month long state of whole Being bliss. The intensity eased over time or more likely this way of Being became the new normal. Since then I've been a mostly agog explorer in a familiar yet totally new world. My slowly, carefully constructed, mostly invisible to me identity continues to dissolve. Yet I am left clothed resplendently in light and love.

I am a high creative. I paint, I write, I dance, I garden, I cook, I teach, I coach. Now I serve as an Interning Teacher. I bring some useful tools with me but mostly I humbly stand at this threshold not knowing where Being is taking me or how Being wants to use me. I'm excited. I'm willing. I offer myself to you if you feel so inclined.

My ears now have eyes.

My heart now a secret decoder.

My gut digests the morsels of each moment in your presence.

Listening, from the simplest nod of acknowledgment to the deepest axis shift,

is the coin of this realm.

When I listen to you, I am listening to me.

I am listening to Being excavating the archeological layers of Itself.

I am listening to the songs of humanity, the dirges, the reels, the operas, the kirtans.

May my Being silently witness the unraveling of all that is not true, that is not you.

May my Being invite you forth and welcome you home.

Let's meet for a complementary call (phone, skype, zoom) to explore the rich realm of your life, your longing, your loving.

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