Oh, today I feel different. The wind is blowing fiercely this morning, rattling the bones of the trees around me.
I didn’t want to write about what I had planned to write about. I wanted to be like the wind. To flow wildly around the leaves and shake loose all the broken pieces.
The wind blew into my window this morning as though it was carrying important news. “Wake up, wake up! I have something to deliver!”
What is it Wind, what’s going on?
The wind reminds me of power. It reminds me we’re alive. In the repetitive thoughts and stale mind, it reminds me of Life. It’s all still alive – the world. Nature is roaring with powerful life.
And where was I? Sitting under a perceptually pale sun staling like old bread.
It’s all quiet, you see? We’re paused. Still. Bound in our progression.
But the wind wasn’t listening. It was too busy being alive. It was too busy wondering why we renounce the fact that we too, are nature.
My heart? Beating. My breath? Radiating. My body? Flowing like the river.
“Tell me then, which part of you has died? Which is still? Which is bound and stale?”
My mind felt free today. Free to imagine. I knelt down to feel the earth below my feet. Both palms, flat on the dirt. I felt something alive and beating. Pulsating through my palms.
Is that my heartbeat or yours, Earth?
The beating drummed through my body, feeding something into my veins. I felt the Something travel the meridians of my inner body, lighting up familiar pathways.
That something was knowledge, wisdom. Knowing itself. The Knowing asked, “who are you?”
I answered,
Who am I?
The voice of the Light. Expression of Creator. A prism to refract the rays of Spirit.
We are Two here, in this existence. One always calling to the other. Flesh calls for the breath of life. The breath, yearning to come alive.
We are corporeal and spirit, living as one. An obsession with one aspect over the other causes imbalance and suffering.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately, this union. Where in my life do I need to infuse creation with its breath? Where in my life could I take the intangible and weave it into something grounded?
Love: 