Finally out of time and its constraints.
It is a Tuesday in April. At least officially, based on the calendar of the day. April 11th a day of the full moon.
The energies of this moon have brought to the surface a new energy. Synchronicity is such that this day became a day of rest… a day out of time.
My work left me stressed and in a state of questioning. So I slept little in the Monday overnight into Tuesday. My plans dissolving into surrender. Early morning fatigue and sleep.
I woke into a gentleness of spirit and softness in the air around me. Once again I surrendered into nothingness to bathe in the energies of forgiveness and love.
Recognizing that all I can do…
All I can be… in this moment is silent and still.
Fatigued with a purpose of letting go of the to-do list… the need to fulfill my ego’s plan.
Willing to fail. Open to follow the birth of this moment.
It felt like Sunday, the Sabbath. A day of rest… A day out of time.
Conversation with a friend of kindred spirit, lifted my spirits, swayed my fatigue and confirmed my sense of the moment. Thank you!
In surrender to something greater than my capacity to know. I cleaned myself up and wandered into the street.
Earlier I could not muster to move. I gazed out the window and felt the gentle sweet energy of spring. Gazing at the blossoms, listening to the call of the birds, but feeling somehow apart.
Not knowing what to do to enter this blessed reality I followed my craving for coffee and cake, and went to my neighborhood coffee shop for a bite of addiction… that which I had previously promised not to do.
In taking the bite, I was invited into the world and enjoyed every bit and sip. Then rather than linger and peruse my email/phone messages, I went out into the afternoon sun.
Grateful that I made it out of my cave, my gazing from the window to venture outside into engagement with the world.
Not the world of news and conflict, but the world of natural truth. The sweet vapor of Pacha-Mama, Gaia, rising from our earth mother like a sweet nectar.
…Calling me to rest in the new truth. The true reality of this transformed world. It… She is always here, waiting patiently for us to connect..
“I am here beloved, I am here. Your natural mother. For an eternity I am here. My embrace awaits you. My love eternally awaits you. Come to me now and live victorious”
…So on this day, I did follow my footsteps, and watched as they led me to an old friend. A beloved mother in the form of a tree.
I didn’t have the strength, the energy, the desire to make it just a few more steps to the park, just a short distance away. So I sat on a bench before my beloved tree. A being with a spray of branches to mark its expanded heart.
I sat before her and breathed her heart’s vibration into my own. I felt her energy merge with mine, helping me to heal by reawakening my breath. My connection to my very soul.
Not in words, in feeling… in being! Experiencing the I AM, in a state as vital and connected to source as my beloved tree.
My healer, my mentor expanded my breath. The Breath released and transformed my sorrow. I had not recognized this, as the source of my apparent paralysis of being. My feelings of stagnation and malaise.
Together we released and transformed that sorrow, which was not completely my own. But was that which I carried, transmitted from my ancestral past through the DNA. I saw and felt, then cleared the suffering of my ancestral past. And in so doing awakened to the presence of my Ancestral Soul.
My tree and I shared the same breath, dissolving the pain brought forth by generations of pain. Released and returned to the love of Divine Truth, of Divine Nature, whose nectar of healing returned me home…