Today was an interesting one, as i found many emotions popping up, out of nowhere… i’ve also been not wanting to do a dang thing - what is that? Not usually me.
I won’t go into details except to say, i chose to go down to our local beach, get outside, chill out and ask Spirit for some help... I asked for a sign of some sort, as i was feeling pretty disconnected...
There’s definitely an ‘uncertainty’ that this covid-time has brought. The ‘not knowing’ of many, many things that can rattle one’s beingness.
I sat on the warm sandstone in quiet for a bit and then was prompted to walk out to the water’s edge. I really appreciated the fresh winds and smells of the beach, the tide was way out... even heard sky drummers (thunder), playing off in the distance. Opening my arms, i let salted winds blow through me, dropping a heaviness i seem to be holding.
Walking back from the water, at my left, a blue heron gently glided down onto the beach, not 15 feet from me. Oh, s/he was sooo beautiful. I was frozen in awe while s/he fished in the little tide pool, calmly sauntering their way to the ocean’s edge. I offered gratitude for the beautiful gift of heron, so close. I felt lifted, turning to make my way back, picking up a few shells here and there, along the way.
A dear friend driving by, pulled over to say hello and we shared mutual challenges and grief from having aging parents in locked down care homes and hospitals...how hard it feels being so far away from them. Knowing that this crazy pandemic isn’t ending anytime soon, I wondered if i’ll ever get to see my mother (93) again, as she was in hospital, from falling and breaking her hip.
While we chatted, up in the towering firs were probably five or six ravens shouting vociferously as they played the wind together. We both shared much needed tears, gave each other a big, distant hug and we each headed back to our homes.
Turning the corner to my road, a flicker woodpecker (the drummer) cried out in the woods beside me. I smiled thanking my ol’ dear ally for the hello. Walking towards our lane, in a neighbour’s yard, a beautiful doe poked her head up out of the long grass. We both said hi through our eyes, she soon slowly followed me down the gravel road... my heart smiling...
Holy wow, i sure did receive a message… gifts of deep connection of the heart, the pulsing of our blessed earth Mother... shapeshifting magic within the void of sweet Spirit... self-reliance, and wisdom evolving to a higher place of consciousness and choice.
I am very blessed to be here now in this sacred, green place... Thank you sweet Mother, great goddess, Gaia. Thank you for holding my back... i bow in deep reverence… Thank you…i trust…
much love...weaver xo ((( ❤ )))
I won’t go into details except to say, i chose to go down to our local beach, get outside, chill out and ask Spirit for some help... I asked for a sign of some sort, as i was feeling pretty disconnected...
There’s definitely an ‘uncertainty’ that this covid-time has brought. The ‘not knowing’ of many, many things that can rattle one’s beingness.
I sat on the warm sandstone in quiet for a bit and then was prompted to walk out to the water’s edge. I really appreciated the fresh winds and smells of the beach, the tide was way out... even heard sky drummers (thunder), playing off in the distance. Opening my arms, i let salted winds blow through me, dropping a heaviness i seem to be holding.
Walking back from the water, at my left, a blue heron gently glided down onto the beach, not 15 feet from me. Oh, s/he was sooo beautiful. I was frozen in awe while s/he fished in the little tide pool, calmly sauntering their way to the ocean’s edge. I offered gratitude for the beautiful gift of heron, so close. I felt lifted, turning to make my way back, picking up a few shells here and there, along the way.
A dear friend driving by, pulled over to say hello and we shared mutual challenges and grief from having aging parents in locked down care homes and hospitals...how hard it feels being so far away from them. Knowing that this crazy pandemic isn’t ending anytime soon, I wondered if i’ll ever get to see my mother (93) again, as she was in hospital, from falling and breaking her hip.
While we chatted, up in the towering firs were probably five or six ravens shouting vociferously as they played the wind together. We both shared much needed tears, gave each other a big, distant hug and we each headed back to our homes.
Turning the corner to my road, a flicker woodpecker (the drummer) cried out in the woods beside me. I smiled thanking my ol’ dear ally for the hello. Walking towards our lane, in a neighbour’s yard, a beautiful doe poked her head up out of the long grass. We both said hi through our eyes, she soon slowly followed me down the gravel road... my heart smiling...
Holy wow, i sure did receive a message… gifts of deep connection of the heart, the pulsing of our blessed earth Mother... shapeshifting magic within the void of sweet Spirit... self-reliance, and wisdom evolving to a higher place of consciousness and choice.
I am very blessed to be here now in this sacred, green place... Thank you sweet Mother, great goddess, Gaia. Thank you for holding my back... i bow in deep reverence… Thank you…i trust…
much love...weaver xo ((( ❤ )))
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