Today I awoke with the note of stillness ringing in my ear. A day to savor all about me. First though, I had to go out to drop my car at the garage with my dear mechanic who decides what should or should not be done for my almost 20 year old car. He has his own measure of whether or not a repair is worth it considering her age and miles. I have little say in it. My rear passenger window stopped working. I took it in for repair. It came back not working. Jesse said, “You don’t carry passengers in the backseat, what is the point of spending money to fix that?” He was correct, I rarely carry more than one passenger but was willing to pay to have the window fixed. Jesse vetoed that. He changed the oil and did what he deemed necessary for my safety. He is relieved that I no longer take off for long journeys across the country. He tracks Maxie’s needs on his computer but amazingly with hundreds upon hundreds of cars coming and going, can recall much of the details with a glance at her. I accept Jesse’s quirks as he charges fair prices and will always try to lower the cost in any way he can. It is who he is. His garage teems with life as his honesty has earned him a steady clientele. He is always busy.
For the remainder of this day, I have been sitting by the fire, enjoying its warmth while I read a book. As the afternoon came, the sun’s heat drew me outside to sit in her warmth. Its rays are so intense these days that I can only take so much before I must move indoors. Feeling decadent, I sit by the fire with the door and windows open to let the warmth and sunlight in more fully. The house can be chilly despite the warmth found at the doorway. Brilliant blue sky, showcasing the early buds on the trees. The world feels caught in a dream state as the moments float by. An occasional breeze lifts my pink prayer flags and they flutter like a bunch of adolescent girls at a dance. I sink deeply into a space of rest within myself.
A friend called who said, “We are singing the same song.” A surge of recognition through me, oh my, we share the same soul group or family. No wonder we delight so in one another’s note! She and a few others will gather for some ceremony tomorrow, and today’s stillness is in preparation. We are trained in our society to focus on the action part of a happening and give little thought to the “being” part that proceeds it and lays the groundwork or structure for its unfoldment. My spirit is busy in its prep work and most times before movement, I am pulled into a deep pool of stillness. I honor this part that is mine to do for a group event, the seemingly passive part that underpins the outward expression.
All feels so close, almost visible as it shimmers at the corner of my sight. The hard work is done, the deep sigh arises. I am aware of savoring these moments as we witness the shift of this age. The age of Aquarius that has been spoken of for decades, is finally upon us in the physical world. I bank the fires of my heart in preparation for the wild passion and movement that is afoot. Horse year indeed! We are about to go from a tentative walk and clumsy trot to a full out gallop. Hang on!