Good morning from… by the brook♡
It’s just after 6am. The sun is slowly rising casting a nourishing golden glow, gently awakening it’s subjects below. The reflection of subtle ripples riding down the brook are projected upon a small tree just beyond it’s edge. And the persistent bellow of an adolescent Blue Jay begging for breakfast echoes through the moist morning air.
A quiet sense of knowing inhabits my whole being this morning. This week has brought about hours of unraveling. It’s almost inconceivable how intricate our psyche is, how innately intelligent our bodies are. The last two days I’ve spent on my knees clawing at the mud, unearthing the deep roots that directed the way, acting on my behalf for so many years. Sadness – grief – horror – anger – and fear waved in and out, each taking their turn churning my stomach, swooning my head.
It all happened so quickly, like flashes of lightening amidst a rain storm, illuminating the pummeling rain.
Then as quickly as it all rushed in, it slipped out, leaving open space, room to breath and promise of safety and hope of deep intimate connections- Above all… conclusively the truth.
I can still see her just out of my reach. She is crying, so scared and feeling alone. Captive within her constructed wall of worriment, searching for safety. My heart ripping into tiny pieces, as I can feel every ounce of her unprocessed pain. Part of me wants to reach my hand out to her, “I can help you, grab ahold,” But the other part so afraid she will pull me back in. Closing my eyes and bowing my head, I honor this moment for what it is. A traversing in time, shifting from sealed off into spaciousness- a building of trust within.
As I am writing this to you, a Blue Heron is flying by and he has landed in the tree just past the sight line of my patio. He always seems to visit at just the right moment.
I trust that the sun will rise each morning, that rain will fall, birds will fly, the bee will sting, and the wind will blow.
That leaves are green, then orange, yellow & red, and eventually brown.
I trust that the dark night will always invite the moon and millions of stars. And fireflies will light the way as the deer lay down and close their eyes.
I trust that who ever needs to read this will receive it well within their heart.
Sending you my love and a wish for open, spacious skies♡
Maureen♡xo
