A day to be quiet.
A day to be calm.
A day to be love.
A day to notice where I stand and where I want to step.
A day for essentials.
A day to be aware of my body in the world of matter, and my energy in the world of waves and particles and intention.
A day to notice who, and what, comes to my consciousness and to send love (and maybe a text) there.
A day not to be tugged from Source no matter the world’s noisy, horrible, hurtful, harmful, hate. A day to stand in love and be rooted in grace.
It is raining outside (blessedly.) There is a freeze warning for tomorrow night. The season is changing in linear time; the veil between our reality and Reality grows thinner and thinner. My physical self wobbles a bit at such times. I feel clumsy between the worlds; this solid, small boned, beloved body of mine, is and is not at home in spaces where matter becomes and becomes not. It is no wonder our ancestors turned to Archangels and Guardian Angels as the sun rose lower on the horizon each day. We must be keeping them very busy these days.
So far this morning I have spilled water, tripped over a stair, and stepped in something “unpleasant.” I am fine, the rug is fine, Luna has been reassured that I am not upset with her, and the night table is dry. I am also aware that something is off, “there is a disturbance in the force.”
I am unsettled this morning, as if Advent has come early, as if the human world is at its nadir, and Love is waiting to be born into it (again and again) through us. May it be so that we will stop making things worse for ourselves and everything else, and may it also be so that what we are feeling are the first labor pains of love.
Courage my dears. Keep your feet. Stand in grace. Breathe. Love one another.
