Dearest Friends,
The seasons are moving on and even though the weather has been hot and sweltering of late, summer is in slow decline now. In the fields and pastures small, purple asters have bloomed tentatively among the fading chicory, Queen Anne's' lace and golden rod . . . a sure sign that autumn is just around the corner. Our small horse friend, chickens, love-dove and moon-cow are shedding fur and feathers, obviously getting ready for cooler times with new, warmly layered, winter coats.
Across the road, on the wetland preserve, ducks and geese are beginning to flock and gather, instinctively drawn towards the ancient pathways of their fall migration routes. It's definitely beginning, the sure downward spiral into winter and the long, patient wait until the coming of another spring. Life, once again, cycling and weaving its way through eternity. . .
I have been pondering and considering something recently, the powerful, mysterious forces that draw and bind us to certain events, locations and people. What is it that moves us each along our individual paths of living and dwelling? How is it that our intuitions, dreams and longings can lead us into places and circumstances that we would otherwise pass by or fearfully avoid?
The knowing that comes silently on little cat feet and winds its way into our hearts and minds, a small or great disturbance, a gentle wind that ruffles our hair and consciousness, a beckoning song that calls us to follow its soul-felt direction . . . Those sometimes easy and sometimes forceful hints that our lives have grown encrusted, stagnant and mediocre, no longer humming with the fires of aliveness, joy, and curiosity.
Every so often we are challenged to let go it seems. Forced to surrender to those mysterious inner plans that we were all born with, moved irresistibly along to where we have to, must, go . . . Just as the great migrations move our fellow creatures forward on their individual and collectively inherited journeys. The great river of life sweeping all before it on waves of divine intelligence and order.
Through time and circumstance our lives shift, change and transform in this amazing earthly existence, no one phase more profound or rich than any other in the sacred scheme of things. And yet, in our own individual worlds the events can seem huge and overwhelming. Birth, death, loss and gain . . . the powerful transformations that affect us all, the choiceless migrations of lives, souls and earthly securities in and out of our own small worlds of existence.
The real question is, what do we do with these changes? How do we proceed after loss or disappointment. Do we settle forever into suffering, self pity, anger and depression, or do we rejoice in the living wonder, beauty and richness that these experiences are all part of, opening wide to the endless flow of love and possibility still awaiting?
Migratory paths haunt us all, sooner or later our lives will change and move on. Like the fragile Monarch butterfly and the great flocks of gathering waterfowl, we too will give way to the inevitable flow of life's cycles and seasons. Leaving us with nothing but to trust that we are being unerringly guided to the places, people and circumstances that will help move us exactly to that which we were born to experience and do in this life. And perhaps, we may even be drawn just a little bit deeper into the shining, limitless, light of love and understanding.
Peace, Blessings, SvG
The seasons are moving on and even though the weather has been hot and sweltering of late, summer is in slow decline now. In the fields and pastures small, purple asters have bloomed tentatively among the fading chicory, Queen Anne's' lace and golden rod . . . a sure sign that autumn is just around the corner. Our small horse friend, chickens, love-dove and moon-cow are shedding fur and feathers, obviously getting ready for cooler times with new, warmly layered, winter coats.
Across the road, on the wetland preserve, ducks and geese are beginning to flock and gather, instinctively drawn towards the ancient pathways of their fall migration routes. It's definitely beginning, the sure downward spiral into winter and the long, patient wait until the coming of another spring. Life, once again, cycling and weaving its way through eternity. . .
I have been pondering and considering something recently, the powerful, mysterious forces that draw and bind us to certain events, locations and people. What is it that moves us each along our individual paths of living and dwelling? How is it that our intuitions, dreams and longings can lead us into places and circumstances that we would otherwise pass by or fearfully avoid?
The knowing that comes silently on little cat feet and winds its way into our hearts and minds, a small or great disturbance, a gentle wind that ruffles our hair and consciousness, a beckoning song that calls us to follow its soul-felt direction . . . Those sometimes easy and sometimes forceful hints that our lives have grown encrusted, stagnant and mediocre, no longer humming with the fires of aliveness, joy, and curiosity.
Every so often we are challenged to let go it seems. Forced to surrender to those mysterious inner plans that we were all born with, moved irresistibly along to where we have to, must, go . . . Just as the great migrations move our fellow creatures forward on their individual and collectively inherited journeys. The great river of life sweeping all before it on waves of divine intelligence and order.
Through time and circumstance our lives shift, change and transform in this amazing earthly existence, no one phase more profound or rich than any other in the sacred scheme of things. And yet, in our own individual worlds the events can seem huge and overwhelming. Birth, death, loss and gain . . . the powerful transformations that affect us all, the choiceless migrations of lives, souls and earthly securities in and out of our own small worlds of existence.
The real question is, what do we do with these changes? How do we proceed after loss or disappointment. Do we settle forever into suffering, self pity, anger and depression, or do we rejoice in the living wonder, beauty and richness that these experiences are all part of, opening wide to the endless flow of love and possibility still awaiting?
Migratory paths haunt us all, sooner or later our lives will change and move on. Like the fragile Monarch butterfly and the great flocks of gathering waterfowl, we too will give way to the inevitable flow of life's cycles and seasons. Leaving us with nothing but to trust that we are being unerringly guided to the places, people and circumstances that will help move us exactly to that which we were born to experience and do in this life. And perhaps, we may even be drawn just a little bit deeper into the shining, limitless, light of love and understanding.
Peace, Blessings, SvG
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