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Rhythms
I like to think I’m in control. I like to think I know what I want, where I’m going, and how I’m going to get there. I like to think I have control over this living, breathing creature that is my life. I like to think I’m the one riding it. I hold the reigns. I also like to think I have the long view, that I can see what’s ahead, what roads are best to take. To a certain point, I suppose some of this is true. I do have long range vision (read: intuition). But I’m being reminded lately that really truly, I don’t know sh*t.
Rivers
We are constantly unfolding. We are each eternal rivers. We flow and we flow and we flow. That is what we do. Sometimes the unfolding and the flowing is so fast we can see it very clearly. The riverbanks next to us rush by in a blur of colors and smells. Our insides grow faster than our skins can stretch. And then sometimes it happens slow. We pick our heads up one day and realize how drastically our landscape has changed. We are wearing new shoes we don’t even remember buying. How did this happen?
No Parachute
Change can be tough. There’s a space between your old life, and the one you’re living into, that is full of uncertainty. It’s one of the most uncomfortable places to be. It feels like part of you might drop away. Part of you or all of you might cease to exist! Have you ever felt like that? “If I am not ____, what am I?” “If I don’t do ____, am I still me?” Changes rip the veils of our stories straight off and we are left covered in the ashes of our old life.
Make Your Own Medicine Tree
Trees can hear us. They know we’re here. Especially in the winter, it’s tough to remember that these magnificent beings are still very much alive. They seem dead, dark, still. But they are most definitely awake, alive, and sensing all we do. I like to use trees for healing. I have favorite trees, medicine trees.
The Big Melt
I’ve been feeling a lot of fear lately. Everything seems so up in the air. Uncertainties abound. What used to seem solid and reliable, seems to be melting away. Are you feeling that way. Things that you once depended on, certainties you thought were concrete, even your dreams; seem to be melting. I think it’s a good thing. We seem to be in a period of collective shedding. However, change can be hard.
Returning to Love
The truth is, love is all around us. We are made of love. We return to love. There is nothing but love. That’s what all the wisest sages, saints, yogis, and dogs say. Love is the fiber of our Universe. “It’s the cause and effect of all things”, as Rumi would say.
Hardening Off
We’re in the full, firm grip of winter. She has us by her icy nails. There’s no wiggling out ’til spring. And maybe that’s ok. I’ve lived in Minnesota most of my life. I grew up here. I haven’t yet adjusted to the winters. I’m not sure I ever will. I have however, slowly learned to pull as much growth and beauty as I can from them. This time of year brings a sense of unease. It’s a feeling of waiting, or wanting to move, but the timing being off. We know there are moves to make and things that need doing. But there is also a sense of, “no, not yet”.
The Giveaway
Giving opens us. Giving clears us out for new delights. It creates a vacuum. The Universe abhors a vacuum. It will rush to fill it. When we give from the deepest place, the place that knows there is never any risk of loosing what is essential, we know freedom. When giving is real, we feel an opening like the rush of warm rain through our body. And we know that the cloud from which that rain has come will never dry. Because when we are open and giving from a place of real, deep fullness; giving is the gift.
Birthday Web
I always do something special for my birthday. It’s a special time. It’s my personal new year, a time to reflect on what has passed this year, and plan for the next year. My birthday happens to be at the beginning of fall. This time of year also feels like a time of shedding, letting go, in order to bless the new. I always feel a small twinge of sadness around this time of year. I love summer so much. The sun is so full and bright, we get stretched wide open. Letting go has always been harder for me.
The Wounded Healer
Your wound is your medicine. Whatever you keep hidden, whatever you hope they never see, that is what makes you most lovable. The dark parts, the parts you are trying to ‘fix’ are the ones that need the most tender sunlight shone upon them.
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