Hello,
I’d like to tell You a story.
Deep in a forest, a circle forms. A drum beats. Flowers are offered. A fire burns. Cultures are celebrated, the tides of change honored. Sometimes I remember to light the candle and ding the bell. Sometimes we remember to wash the cups, wipe the counters. Other times, we just are. Together. Formless. Timeless. Resting on the earth in the sun, the soil is soft yet cold. No leaves yet, but we can feel them coming. The trees speak to us. They remember for us, all the times we forget.
Storms arise within as we anchor and swirl, dive in and connect, trust and let go. Shadows come. Not the ones I expect to hold – the shadows for others which I am so comfortable with. This time, they are my own, hot and prickly. Activated by the edges of synergy, where my dance with control turns to chaotic somersaults. It is not comfortable being the one who is human. Compassion, I am reminded by a client yesterday, is holding space for the humanness. Yes, I see you dear heart, and all your fears and mess. Yes, I love you anyway. You are safe.
Dirty cups and unchimed bells. It does not lessen the love here. Contentment, it seems, is not experienced through perfection. For me, it comes as unexpectedly as the Shadows. I feel Content as I love the perfection of my messy being – Shadows, prickers, and all. Whole. Holy. Healed. I Am. You Are. We Remember.
Full moon blessings,
Aria Mae