It pulls my heart through the ribs, turns it inside out, smears it in the caverns of my cellular, memory, where the rich golden light of that beautiful, barren earth glows so earnestly against the bluest sky I ever saw.
We shall begin writing new stories. We are now tuning our bodies like forks to the song of a New Age, and if we breathe deep, relax the mind and body, and open our hearts – there it is, do you feel it? The early pulses of our new song, the preliminary whispers of stories to come.
Snow crystals purify, rinsing our bodies and auras so we may sparkle like the winter landscape. Their symmetrical structure is the sacred Flower of Life, the blueprint of creation.
During this Mercury Retrograde (January 21-February 11) we are releasing down, out the body through our root chakras, shedding the old cells and belief systems which used to guide our gait. We are learning to integrate the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine, inviting in balance by growing new legs, new stems and new roots for a healthier relationship with Big Mama.
Bending, adapting, yielding, meeting each individual moment for what it is, and for all that there is, and all there must be. For this moment.
There are no singular shifts in our evolution here on Earth. Energy never dies. We are just continually pivoting, reorienting our beings with each macro or micro shift our beautiful, chaotic, big-little planet endures. Throughout our lifetime, from life into death and back into life again. Like a telescope, we are instruments of Light, refining our technology every day.
When the Fire Starter hesitates before the kindling, worried the flames may not catch, she witnesses the flames die, no matter how much kindling she adds. But when she empowers herself by trusting her lighting ability, she gives power to the Fire and witnesses the flames ignite.
What if we enable our Higher Selves to consistently function in all situations, for all purposes; let go of the facades, remove our masks? What if we crushed the stoicism only sought to protect us from our own projected fears?
I AM an abundant, exuberant, intoxicatingly vibrant human.
So creating proofs from experience of any sort is like building a ladder to the moon. It seems that it should be possible, until you stop to consider the nature of the problem.