It was to be done outside but the wind was high. So i created it inside.
In Vermont, we were only to see a partial bit of the eclipse. I intended to head up the hill to the Common where telescopes and eclipse viewing glasses were available. Instead I spent my time with energy dancing on my crown, with my eldest son and my newest grandson sharing my space. My son and I took turns holding the baby, he slept for about three hours on one or the other of us. His mom said he had not slept much the day before and I echoed that in my body. I had felt scattered and jittery all day on the 13th. Head and chest pressure pulsing and my mind scrambling around this way and that. So on the eclipse day, the three of us rested together. As the baby slept, my son and I rested, occasional words flowing up and then dropping into the pool of silence. I saw us weave a tapestry of light. Each of us contributing our streams of color, electric blue shimmering in silver from my Archangel Michael son, orange pink from my heart and warm golden light from Weaver (yes, his name suits him). All merged and woven into a fabric of such beauty that my eyes teared up.
Vermont’s colors changing.
The pool of peace that we created was nourishing for my heart and carried me through the day. Later, I walked to meet my daughter to take a walk, new to me, through the woods. We spoke yet the peace and stillness remained. Words beyond words walked with us.
Earlier hugs and moments with my youngest son as he brought his baby to me for holding. He and my daughter in love were hosting eleven babies/toddlers for a pumpkin painting morning outside. The sounds of laughter and tiny running feet flowed up to us as Weaver spun his cocoon of quiet and peace.
These are deep times of change on our beautiful planet. My three adult children walk this path with me. We planned this well and I rejoice in the knowing and love that we share. Change is in the air, I can feel the opening to newness as more of our wholeness returns. I do not see the hows or wheres or whens yet feel the opening to change. It reminds me to savor this time, this sweetness that we share.
A ramshackle carving studio I pass on my walk. This owl greets visitors with his sharp eyes.
There is some grieving as we all let go of relationships and patterns that no longer serve. No more holding space for others despite how our hearts ache in that truth. We carry lovers’ hearts and have had lifetimes of lifting, encouraging, supporting. Now it is time to fully cherish ourselves. To give to our hearts what we gave to others. To hold our own hands and hearts and shine our lovelight out into the world of form. It gets easier, as the knowing is so present that each must walk this time of choice. Each is free to grow and change or stay closed.
Most will choose to walk through to the new as hearts beat in that unity and desire for peace and love. Despite differences, despite unconsciousness…..most will walk through. This gives me peace, knowing that so many, the majority, may have not brought oneness through to conscious awareness and yet…..their hearts know this. Their hearts beat to the drum of unity.
The feelings are so full for the tenderness of us all. What dear children we are. May we learn to play together in harmony, to live in peace, to walk in full awareness of the oneness of everything. I am alive in these moments. I am awake and will not sleep again.
This quote touched me. As we do not dress in our warrior outfits nor swing our swords in the physical. Yet, we do, night after night, moment to moment, we stand in our courage and strength to bring it all to the love that it is. Warriors of the hearts we are. Honor yourself for this. We came for this time. We are able for it.
Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
but the form of every virtue at the testing point,
which means, at the point of highest reality.
C.S.Lewis