Monthly Archives: May 2017

Renewal

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Yellow tulip by GabeRobertsart.com

Yellow tulip by GabeRobertsart.com

My youngest son made me this gorgeous card for Mother’s Day. It was a celebration of the one tulip that blossomed from a clump that his lovely wife had transplanted from her mom’s house to theirs. They cut it and brought it inside to enjoy.

 
He writes: “It strikes me that anybody who can truly appreciate the beauty of a tulip bending and stretching upward for days, all alone on a kitchen table, has got to be a good person and do good things for our world. It’s so very simple! There’s nothing more true nor more important than beauty-the simple beauty of a flower. And every spring, Mother Earth throws them upwards at us in great number and wild colors and in the darkest and densest of places. “
This rock with its sunburst of white!

This rock with its sunburst of white!

Beauty…it fills my days as the birds sing me awake, the flowers offer their scents and forms, my son’s paintings surround me. A wool runner for the table discovered at a thrift store highlights the sheen of the wood table,  a new skirt makes me smile as it swirls about my legs, the sounds my grandson makes over the airwaves as I watch him play 3000 miles away brings laughter.  All fills my heart as my soul enters in more fully. My personality self has felt worn, fatigued, disinterested, complete with this earthly sojourn. Yet now our souls and  divinity are anchoring within our forms and discovering the pleasures of this realm anew.

I awoke yesterday with a sense of being reborn. I felt so good in my body, still do. Amazing energy running through me that has every cell singing a love song! Oh my, this is the youthing I have desired. This feeling of well being. This joy filled note that sings everything into harmony. My body feels alive in a brand new way. I feel my divinity through my toes, so excited to be walking on the earth. There is a sensualness that has been absent for decades, now a stream running clear and bright within. My outer form may not reflect it as yet….though I sense that it will soon. No matter the form, what we desire is this feeling of aliveness! This openness to life’s pleasures. The gray hair, the wrinkles, the body shape and size, none of that matters. It is the feeling of delight, of wanting to take big bites out of life. Experiencing ice cream’s creaminess on my tongue, the bitter heady scent of coffee in the morning, the juice of a peach coursing down my chin and arm, the earth encrusted fingernails from a morning gardening. My inner being is doing cartwheels and handstands while I smile at her delight.
The new has landed in. It will get more and more physical, show up in ways we have not imagined. The love pods are beginning to vibrate their threads of connection that will weave the communities together into form. I am knowing to show up and connect with those whom my heart calls in. Sharing our love and codes of light so as to weave new patterns of beauty and love light.
The borage offering its brilliant blue flowers for my salads.

The borage offering its brilliant blue flowers for my salads.

We have made it through the dark night, the tunnel that seemed never ending. Yet we are still standing, still in these dear bodies that have served us so well. I am so grateful for and to us all. Today is Memorial Day here in the USA. May it be the last one where there are any men or women engaged in the horrors of war. May all that was, fade away. May life be celebrated as freedom comes to all people. It starts within me, and within you. May a peace filled world emerge where all may drink of beauty each day.

Pinging

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Butterflies were mating all around me on my walk.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!