Letting go of obsessions, fixes – do we really need these things, these people or these feelings, to feel good about ourselves? Or are they just excuses to remain trapped, to not expand our consciousness, to remain small and stuck and sad? And yes, sometimes new fears can pop up, but by looking deep inside ourselves we can sometimes find the root of those fears and that root is nothing new. It may be something we've been avoiding or condemning for a long time. Are we just passing the time, filling the space? No! We are transforming, ascending, deepening our connection with source. We are transferring human bonds, becoming pure energy, resonating with pure beauty, expressing love. We are becoming one with Mother Nature – fecund, fertile, prolific, as we dance in space yet remain earth-rooted, feeling and knowing both mystical ascension and earthy sensuality. We are the bridge. We are the way. Receive, give thanks, be.
You can not put a price tag on your soul, just as you can not price out passion, art or creative expression. “Put your hand over the side of the boat. What do you feel?” From the song “A Coral Room” from the album “Aerial” by Kate Bush
Sometimes it feels like I spend more time shutting out the world than I do being in it, through meditation, deep thinking, deep feeling. The time spent on this is immeasurable – time does not equal money. How little money can we exist on? How to simplify so that basic needs are met, leaving room for art-making, play, deep reverie? A longing for one-ness with the universe, the Divine, the source, the thread connecting all I do. Sometimes we seek outside of ourselves to fill this emptiness, this loneliness felt deep within our soul, but outside sources can never fill this bottomless pit. Instead we need to recognize our pronunciation for what it really is, a search for source, a longing for re-connection with our Divine self. When we realize this – that our heart-home lies always within reach and that our true home is always within ourselves, we are home, we are blessed, we are free.
“I love the ground where he stands.” From the song “Black Is The Color” by Marcy D'arcy & The Prodigal Sons from the album “Women of the World Celtic II”