every outbreath, an emptying… every inbreath, a re-membering…
sometimes it’s hard to make the leap into the unknown letting go of trusty supports… taking a step into wilderness, wilder ness, unmapped inner landscapes…some days it’s easier especially when we’re together in the field walking home hand in hand… how i love so many are joining in on the pilgrimage, metaphorically dancing deeper and deeper into the way of peace, letting go of habit patterns to breathe in more spaciousness, more opening of the heart…
on awakening, i love savoring, luxuriating in liminal space, curled up in a sacred spot after flying through the dreamtime sky and diving deeply into grandmother ocean and listening to her lullabies blessing the adventuring into new spaces, wide open places of true refuge, coming home to our one heart, letting go and dissolving into divine flow… listen to her words comforting, soothing, encouraging…
Grandmother Ocean Blessingway
May you find comfort resting with me.
May my heart be a grandmother’s heart, my waves like a grandmother’s arms.
May my response to your suffering be a grandmother’s response to your suffering.
May I sit with you in the dark, like a grandmother sits in the dark.
May you know through our relationship that love can always be trusted…in this space, i reai-eyes, that , yes, i have always been led… yes, the soul knows the way of journeying into the unknown along that pathless path choreographed by great mystery, great spirit…
today, to dream the i’mpossible dream and climb every mountain are humming me, singing me as i live out this wild and precious moment…
and you?
