Butterflies were mating all around me on my walk.
These days, these wild and wonderful days. Yesterday I sweated as I worked in the garden in 90 degree heat. This morning the wind is whipping all into a frenzy, stirring up my allergies and the temperature has dropped about 30 degrees. Up and down and all around, this mirrors my emotional state. We swing high, we swing low. Pinging, I have felt like a ball in one of the old fashioned pinball machines.
Yet, there is a difference. Recently, the question of where I would be living arose once again. It is amazing to think that it has been a decade of me having no set place to call home. So, this question is not new territory, by any means. Our minds bring up the questions, over and over until we can laugh at them and allow them to fade away. This one had not been on my radar for quite some time. Immediately it sent me into a space of vulnerability. I pointed and pinned my feelings on the one asking the question as to where I would be moving to next. He is the one currently, generously, offering me space, once again. As I sat with the feeling of vulnerability, I watched it move. I saw it attempt to anchor within me. There was no longer an anchor. There remained only the echo of that past feeling. Interesting! I was left with a feeling of gratitude to the dear heart who pinged my heart to show me how I have grown. I am safe within myself, I am home, always in my heart.
I backed into a mailbox on a rainy, foggy morning. This appeared in the dent to make me smile.
We are masters in form. Moment by moment, we are claiming more of our divinity. I sense more of me within my body. I am feeling stronger, more centered, more delighted with myself. I find myself singing love songs to me! I look in the mirror and giggle at the loveliness that is reflected back, whether I see my twelve year old self or ninety year old self reflected, I am beautiful. I am liking this! The pinging is so quick. We are able to come back to our truth in a blink and know ourselves as creator beings in form.
We are feeling the movement to the new world. This can bring the tears, the longing for community, for the love, for that frequency that we came here to anchor. As it gets closer to manifesting, there is a corresponding anguish in not living it as yet. I take my longing and the tears it brings at times, as a sign of how close we are to co-creating this new reality for ourselves. The love pods, so longed for in my heart. The vision that I have tended within the flame of my heart, so tenderly and steadily these many years. All is about to blossom. All is to come to fruition.
One bed mulched and one awaiting my attention.
I have been working in the garden of our family’s home. I have been battling nut grass, a weed that reproduces from nuts underground. It is tenacious and tough. As with everything, our intent creates. Nutgrass has become my spiritual work. With each nut unearthed and pulled from the garden, I am unearthing and removing all on this planet that works against love. I can work down a whole garden bed, turn around and see new ones sprouting, where none were. It is that quick and cunning. I laugh at it and tell it, “You cannot win. I am here. I will show up and remove you, day after day. I am not going anywhere. I am here, standing in my love (or rather squatting as I pull these weeds). I will prevail!”
Bucket of nut grass awaiting disposal.
We are prevailing as we allow love to flood our hearts. As we see beyond the outer expressions of fear and anxiety and poor behavior to the truth of love beneath. I feel such tenderness towards us all. What dear brave beings we are, to have come from our starry homes to light up this world. What courage and stamina it has taken. I bow to us all.
We are feeling our strength returning. I have had years of little outer movement as I followed the inner path of my heart. This year, I have been active in the world. I am showing up! For years, I could make no plans. I was not dependable as I chose to be ever ready to follow my inner work. I never knew when I would be called into the inner planes to work, only knowing that it was my highest calling and I would respond.
New growth on the old decay. I feel this way in my body.
Now, I am more fully present on this plane. I am grounded in a new way, literally working in the ground each day. I am showing up, meeting schedules and folks. It is a good feeling to be able to be present with others more fully. There are still times where I am called under and need to allow my body to rest while I journey on other planes. Yet now I am able to still maintain a presence here, more often than not. It feels liberating. We are being called back into the world so that these new frequencies can land in and anchor for all to access.
We shall tell stories of these days, as we traversed one age to birthing another. We will feel the privilege of being one of the folks here on earth at this pivotal time. I am savoring it all. My heart is on fire with the freedom flame that is alight. May it touch each of our hearts, allowing them to burst into bloom. The beauty, oh, the beauty of each one!