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Intentions for the “Five-Minute Rain Prayer”

We hold an intent now to return to love, cooperation and respect as the guiding principles of our lives here on this blessed Earth.” —Luisa Kolker

Luisa rejoicing in the rain by Jennifer Esperanza 2013

Luisa rejoicing in the rain by Jennifer Esperanza 2013

We hold an intent for rain in Northern New Mexico and wherever else on the planet it is needed. And wherever rain is not needed (some places need not to have rain right now), we pray for rain of the spiritual variety—the spiritual rain that cleanses, heals and purifies.

We hold an intent for the restoration of balance and nourishment—physical/emotional/mental/spiritual—for all beings (plant, mineral, animal, human) in all the worlds of Grandmother Earth.

The restoration of Balance & Nourishment for All Beings begins with us humans, as we are the ones whose actions and inactions have resulted in the soul-sickness on this planet.

There are ways in which we have harmed the planet and ourselves AND we have the ability to repair this harm.

We hold an intent now to return to love, cooperation and respect as the guiding principles of our lives here on this blessed Earth.

Please join us and invite your friends, wherever you are. Whoever you are and wherever you are, we are made of the same stardust, rain, earth and sunlight. Your presence and your love make a difference in this world.


To join “The Five-Minute Rain Prayer” click here

[Note: Last week I blogged about the “Five-Minute Rain Prayer.” The blog article above is an articulation of the intentions and core-values of our weekly five-minute gathering on the inner-planes on Sundays at noon US Mountain Time.]

The 5-Minute Rain Prayer

red rose in blue bowlHow the 5-Minute Rain Meditation Started

A few weeks ago, I saw a one-sentence comment on a  Facebook thread suggesting that people meditate for five minutes for the manifestation of rain here in dusty, dry Northern New Mexico. The idea resonated strongly with me and so I created a Facebook group page for the purpose of gathering an online community of meditators all over the world.

We’ve had several wildfires that for several weeks have enveloped Santa Fe and surrounding areas in an alarming slurry of smoke and fire retardant chemicals. Feelings of  anxiety and frustration were becoming central to most conversations in our town.

When I saw that one-sentence comment on Facebook suggesting a group prayer for rain, I felt this would be a good way to connect and feel a sense of community while having to close all the windows in my house and run my air-filter machine 24/7

So, I created the 5-Minute Rain Meditation as a group page on Facebook. I invited lots of people and encouraged them to invite their friends, too. It didn’t matter where they were: the event description invited these prayers to extend to all beings, everywhere, who have a need for rain or other kinds of physical or spiritual nourishment.

Week One: There were 150 of us who prayed, meditated and held an intention for rain. And that week, there was a tiny little spit of rain here in the southeast area of Santa Fe. Really not much, but it was wet. It also rained a bit in town. (more…)

Santa Fe & Spirituality

Note: This is the original, unedited version of an article I was invited to write for The Santa Fe Reporter’s “Annual Manual,” a guide for residents and visitors to Santa Fe. Though the published version has been beautifully edited, there are some additional moments in the original version that you will hopefully find interesting. To see the published article, click HERE or click on the image of the article below.

Luisa Santa Fe Reporter May 2013 articleSome years back, before the labyrinth on Museum Hill became a permanent installation, it was an informal earth-formed hieroglyphic of dirt and stone. In contrast with the orderly, angled museums in its environs, the labyrinth was round, mysterious and womblike. My son, then in elementary school, and I would walk over there on warm summer evenings through the arroyo behind the Folk Art Museum, and when we arrived, we had a silent ritual.

At the threshold to the labyrinth, Daniel would make a formal bow and then, like a human-sized praying mantis, he’d practice his karate katas in slow-motion, like a meditation, through its serpentine pathways. I sat to the side and while I watched him with a soft focus, in the periphery of my vision were the majestic Jemez Mountains to the west and the soft, undulating foothills of the Sangres to the northeast.

I grew up in the suburbs of Washington, DC. By my early-twenties I felt I would come unhinged if I (more…)