A Friend in the Woods Out Back
I’m dancing and swimming in this question of who I will be in this time, this evolutionary blip in the cosmic timeline of all Life. Here’s what came this morning as I put pen to the blank page of my journal:
This morning I rose
mind swirling.
Curiosity.
Flurry of words
not white snowflakes I so long for.
What is needed now?
LOVE
Compassion
Wisdom
Patience, Care
Courage
Simple acts of creation.
Calling forth understanding not from mind and intellect
struggling to make sense of
what we are witness to and a part of
in this fragile, crumbling world
as one age gives rise to another.
Calling forth understanding from the Heart,
the depth and soul of our Being that knows the Truth
no matter what.
Not truth as accurate fact.
This fact or that in order to be ‘right’
and thus, declare the other
‘wrong’.
But Truth as sacred righteousness.
The Knowing held deep inside of us
Now Being called forth to make order from the chaos.
To commune and co-create.
To practice reverence as we regenerate
soil and self.
To fuel our evolutionary leap.
Not in the systems of the old.
But in the ways of the new and ancient wisdom
calling us forth.
Compassion, the word, the feeling courses through my being as I think about the choice point of this moment. Will we navigate this time as one only of crisis and destruction, attempting to forestall inevitable evolution, making choices from our old ways of being and choosing? Will we cling to the way it’s been, the patriarchal system, feeding it our fear through compliance, the very fuel that it needs to survive?
Or will we bravely sever the cords of dependence, embracing the evolutionary moment, stepping into a world view, however vague and foggy it is for us? Will we call on our new and ancient knowing to support the emergence of something new? Will we be the fertile soil from which seeds planted long ago sprout? Will we nourish ourselves so we can nurture and tend this new garden?
Who will I be in this sacred time? Who will we be?
Tree Art Heart