Everything is in flux… not only the shift of seasonal change, but the whole vibratory force of a changing world. Consciousness reveals, everything we think about or imagine becomes real somewhere so, therefore, we can balance how we see the world and how it affects us, even indirectly and not let destructive forces rule.
Allowing consciousness to shift elegantly takes more than just prayers and dreams. Action is needed and, with us knowing who we are, implementation despite challenges from others, who may be uncomfortable, because change is confronting on any level for many.
If we are uncomfortable in emptiness… filling it with anxiety or restlessness, we will naturally refill the space with the same content… so rather sit in the empty until, by choice, embracing the magick of change, we renew the space with our deepest needs for wellbeing.
Nature doesn’t stop… she breathes in and out in cycles and seasons… we take her in with every inhale and release her again, taking into our body all it needs before letting it go. This can be applied to life in so many ways. When we are filled with anxiety, we forget to breath and so our bodies are depleted. Sitting in nature we can refill and reenergise ourselves on every level… it’s not just food we need to fuel us. Becoming familiar with all our senses is a way to remember what keeps us moving forward… what fuels us and what depletes us…
Senses stir
Ruffled fur
A bird floats
on a thermal
it cannot see
but feels
lifting its wings
A breath of air
A scent on the wind
A salty tang
An ozone explosion
Changing leaves
A changing song
A sultry breeze
Ripples on a dam
A falling feather
Forgotten bones
A place where
one feels the need
for silence
A chill on the skin
Ancestral walks
with kin
Trees whisper
in words
no longer understood
in the
forgotten language
found
in the dappled light
in the sacred wood
in the dreaming pool
of life itself
Wellbeing is something we have greatly misunderstood, I feel… thinking through things instead of feeling through things or a better yet, a balance of both. We cannot think straight if our adrenals are on overload… it’s our fight or fight mode that can leave us exhausted if not addressed with appropriate rest.
We clear so much that clogs our system through breath. Nothing fancy, just deep belly breathes and when we do this in nature our brain/mind/body all respond, to give us the sense of letting go, even when we’re unaware what we’re letting go of or even that we were hanging on at all.
Peace comes when we let go, when we stop questioning every little detail because when we don’t we lose momentum and miss tiny encrypted messages sent from the universe…
Humans have a constant need for answers that they can never truly find solutions to. If we were meant to know we would but, this said, perhaps being less reliant on what the internet tells us might be the place to begin; turning inward instead, to what our brain/mind/body is telling us all along… instinctively, intuitively and without embellishments.
Does a tree, mourn its leaves when first they change colour and fall; do they feel relieved of weight shed from the bough or do they just allow the ebb and flow of life?
There are moments in a day when things become translucent… when light falls specifically on one blade of grass, a water droplet, a bee’s wing, ripples on a pond, a fragile leaf… the world slows down, stills and the electronic white noise falls away… this makes simple sense. Do we need to know more or just be overawed by the fact that we are here to witness it all. Then, all that’s left is the ebb and flow of life… a heart beat song.
Live life
like the birds
Sing awkwardly
out of tune
raucously
dishevelled notes
feathered warbles
trilling dips and
soaring heights
deep multi-tones
wing-drummed drones
hooting cries
taloned moans and sighs
squawk your sound bites
screaming for human rights
with no sense of time
yell an orchestra
to the indecipherable sublime
entice the gentler gods
into the rhyme
of your heartbeat’s
outraged symphony
Walk softly… let things flow, toward and away… Awen /|\
Penny 💚🌳💚
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