I’ve been trying to stay near water. Bodies of water or even ceramic mugs of water. I feel as though a fire has been ignited inside of me and it dances wildly almost of its own accord.
I made a promise to myself before. That I would always be a light, no matter what was happening around us. I stayed steady on this path of light and yet something calls to me. Something wild and roaring.
Usually I can look up ahead, to see where the energy is going. The outcome, the next slide in this powerpoint of life. And although I can go there, I feel called to the process-not the result.
Energy waves are lighting up, turning and weaving into themselves and I feel them calling. I want to swim into them, to move in unison with their dance. A voice inside keeps reminding me to look ahead, look to the intended outcome.
I want to be a voice of peace, of respite…but this fire won’t let me. This doesn’t feel like a time of respite. It feels like a time of activation. To speak my intentions loudly.
I find it strange being a person of peace wearing the armor of a warrior. But that is how I feel. I want to sit in meditation and practice devotion and I also want to stand firm in my beliefs, to walk forward with fortitude, to raise my voice to truth.
I find no flexibility in the issues at hand. Only one lane, one truth. I have many seeing eyes within me and yet they are fixed on the same knowing – immovable.
Earlier today I stood on the muddy ground of a partially drained lake. I was teetering between depression and inspiration. Madness and clarity.
I listened to the music coming through my headphones. The beat and the words lifted my thoughts to the domain of spirit. I let my body dance over the saturated ground. I raised up my arms and let my hands change formation over the background of the blue sky. The wind came through and whipped my shirt around me, flapping like a bird’s wings.
I wanted to fall to my knees in gratitude and devotion, but instead I let that feeling run through my body. I freely contorted and swayed as union swept through me.
After reaching exhaustion I looked up into the sky and back down again at the ground I danced on. What power is there but the power of creation? The power that breathes life into the universe, into our world.
I felt the seemingly endless depths of the earth beneath me. I felt inside of it the secrets of life. I crouched down, feeling the mud on my hands. Tell me your secrets, Great Earth. The good ones. The secrets of love and union. The secrets of patience and harmony.
What power is there but the power of the oneness that breathes life into us all? Where shall I go for help when creation sits waiting and ready to listen, eternally?
The power in me is the power in you, inside us all, equally.
Let love prevail. Let love’s voice be so loud that all else is silenced. Let those who know truth move forward on a clear and steady path. Let them be uplifted, held, and strengthened. Help us to reflect the love that you are, especially in areas veiled in darkness. Let your light guide us, let it be heard, let it be seen, let it be known. Help us to exemplify the oneness that we all are in how we treat each other, in our politics and policies, in our communities, in our relationship to the natural world.
The power inside of us, under the disguises of flesh and bone, is one. It speaks with one voice. Let that voice be heard. Let us all be inspired to move and speak in reflection of that voice.