The engines are beginning to turn,
and action is calling,
ever so slowly.
Just sitting in the lingering energy of
the first half of this year...
Soaking up every last drop,
because it is about to change.
Today is a good day to pay attention to the last lessons. They are the lessons that tie up loose ends and get us ready to move forward with all that we've learned.
Today is a good day to be a sponge drawing all the drops you can hold, and to sit in the fullness until complete understanding comes; until direction is clear.
Today is a good day.
Let Evening Come
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.
Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
To the farm,
to the fox,
to the hoe and the scoop inside.
Time to rest.
Drinking up the raindrops.
Letting them wash away what has bubbled to the surface
Making space for even more good newness,
Letting them heal me from the inside out.
Flying along with the winds of change.
When life is flowing,
just go with it.
Not deep, but important none the less.
It's one of those sweet, blessing, lightness kind of days, I can feel it.
Doing everything I can to hitch my wagon to today's bounty,
And dumping all unwanted excess weighing me down to make way for the blessings I'm receiving.
Today is a good day for just that.
In the realization that we only have so much,
that our cup is only as full as we fill it,
It is okay to step back,
To say I love you, and I'm sorry,
but I don't have anything for you right now.
When connection feels inauthentic,
when it drains
even demeans our inner selves,
It's okay to disconnect and wait until you are guided back to connection...
We don't have to be everything to everyone.
We don't have to be everything to anyone.
Not our partners. Not our children. Not our friends. Not anyone.
We don't have to give more than we receive,
even though it feels better to give than to receive.
That's why it says "It is better to give than to receive."
It feels good to give.
It also says, "Love your neighbor as yourself."
The way you love yourself is a model the way you love your neighbor.
Remember to take steps back to love yourself for a while
Especially in the midst of your giving.
Have a beautiful day.
As "Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star." (L.M. Montgomery)
Reminded today that
~the best, most real miracle is life itself.
~the beauty is there to step into.
~everything is sacred that we acknowledge as sacred.
~we navigate our own journey,
build our own joy,
sculpt our own reality,
and it can change in a second.
It's so good to come back to this space.
Keep your eye on the prize.
We are all a work in progress.
When at wits end
When stretched beyond perceivable limitation
In the unknowing
In the incomplete journey
In the empty space
In the presence an old unwanted resurrection
In the recognition that some things have been lost
Within the acceptance of another's painful choice
You are still whole.
You cannot lose yourself.
Your truest nature.
It's your ally.
Step into it, and see what happens.
Drawing as much patience as the earth has for me.
Drawing the desire to connect...
Waiting for answers.
It is okay that things are not perfect.
The tide is meant to change,
I am meant to follow, discern,
And this takes time.
In the house of Baba Yaga is right where I am meant to be,
and sometimes that means trusting the subconscious to do what seems impossible, incomprehensible to the waking mind.
To grow true humility.
To feel the essence harmony.
To understand what it means.
To realize it.
Praying that gentility overflows into your day today, and into mine.
P.S. If you want to know more about Baba Yaga, you'll find her in the story of Vasalisa in Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes