I entered into Hell, partially aware, then miraculously came out the other side knowing what is in my heart and knowing my strength. It was a test, and opportunity to realize just how strong I can be. That relationship journey, through Persephone’s Lair, proves that the spark of life is tenacious and openings come to lift us up and out into the light of day.
My heart remains open and therefore I am free. I didn’t die, I came alive – more alive than I ever imagined I could. My life is my own, not to be subservient, but to make of it what I will. Nothing else is more important because it all begins here. Right here. Authenticity. Presence.
This holiday season moves through virtually unnoticed by me. I’m too preoccupied by the gift that, in retrospect, I was giving myself over the past three years: my own heart’s freedom to Be.
In my opinion, this is the core of all positive change, one person, one heart at a time, however life brings it on. And so I send out a perpetual prayer and blessing for everyone to know their own heart intimately, truly. However you get there, it’s worth every step.
From where I stand, I see it is the true source of our collective change on Earth, for the best future we could hope for.
The past 7 years have taught me to expect change, and to expect it often. It wasn’t my personal agenda, but my whole life has started over at least four times in those years. Finding solace through all that change has been vital. Where to find it? Nature. Go to it at every opportunity. The ocean is the place I choose, sometimes the woods where a beautiful waterfall runs. Since my last post, I moved closer to the ocean. I feel more at peace with access to it essentially right outside my front door. What a blessing. When I’m in nature, I carry the young memories of walking outdoors with my parents.
A recent post on Facebook by Wayne Dyer, which included a beautiful poem by Mary Oliver, really struck home for me:
“Follow your children.
Together you will
learn to pay attention:
how to kneel down
in the grass;
how to be idle
how to stroll
through the field;
how to lead a wild
and precious life.” ~ Mary Oliver (This is written as it was on Facebook)
This poem reminds me of the times my dad would carry me outside in his arms after dinner, to walk in our big yard and look for the moon through the trees. I was about 2 years old. He would walk where I pointed and we would find the moon together. And, the memories of day walks in nature with my mom. She and I would collect interesting rocks, and beautiful field flowers; the field grasses towering over my head. Occasionally we would stop to listen to the water flowing in the stream near our house. These were the best days of my childhood, like medicine to my young heart. I needed that peace and companionship as a very sensitive, aware-without-words (intuitive) little person.
Mom will be 90 next February. She is such an important woman in my life. She’s helped me get through some deeply tough times. The spirit of my father visits me often since 2003, guiding me, comforting me, encouraging me. Over fourty-five years later, I walk in nature to soothe my soul through all the changes. I feel blessed and I feel grateful.
In surfing through all the changes, I realized that in this life, I’m called to witness people’s inner aliveness and connection to Self; and when needed, to support that connection in Spirit Bird healing sessions, intuitive readings, and through insight drawings. We can work together and be the change!
Rise Up and feel blessed! The path is gently lit.