Plant spirits.
I sip on Cacao—the beautiful, delicious, nutritious elixir from the rainforests of Beliz. The wisdom of this motherly plant spirit fills me and becomes a part of me. I feel my heart open. I come to rest in communion with her.
So much is available to us, simple pleasures taught by the plants we consume and the ones we surround ourselves with.
We want to believe we are most intelligent and above the rest of life's expression.
This belief makes me curious since we experience so much stress, and our way of experiencing it is crafted by us and destructive to other life forces.
How are we so self-involved that we can't see that we are not getting it right if everything does not have a space to thrive or breathe?
Suddenly, there is so much buzz about plant medicine and the awakening happening, the awakening of our consciousness. I am thrilled by the sense of being put on the fast track. There is an awareness of new possibilities that allow more to thrive, to make more of life and living part of our story. We do not stand alone and are not masters; we are just another expression.
How can we be sure we are not being experienced by the trees, squirrels, mice, ants, bees, butterflies, roses, cats, dogs, and everything elemental? We are being observed, possibly giggled at.
I could have been a scientist, botanist, zoologist, or doctor. Yet none of these interests me in a way that keeps me bonded to where I could become of service. I then ask myself what my soul feels compelled to participate in.
What do I want to be good at? I do not have an honest answer. I am not big on 'wanting,' and it feels like a lazy answer (I am sitting with this).
What might be next? I love to see what life is offering up. I am an excellent witness. I want to play. I want to speak and flow, have my words and work be received, and know that they have landed effectively. I love it when a story flows, and I feel allowed to tell it. It feels good to be received and to create spaces where others feel safe. I want to be part of the music.
My niche is in 'circle'. It has become my stage and way of sharing.
In a circle, no one is the expert or the know-it-all. Sitting in a circle creates a sense of the sacred. Hierarchy exists only in that one person speaks at a time. Whispered distraction becomes obvious. More intention is invoked. Call it a coven or a comb, it's part of a tremendous, connected system. In the same way, honeycombs form, and many little cells connect, each serving its purpose.
Trust how bees understand the richness of the essence they bring back daily. We all gather essence from every encounter every day, and in a circle, we add it to the honey that builds all our immunity.
This new moon in Virgo reminds us to honor our unique and individual essence and how essential it is to the whole.
In 2018, life challenged me endlessly, trying to get my attention. I received many teachings from my body and the illnesses I was dealing with, the personal violent encounters that reminded me of each individual's autonomy and sovereignty. Then, one day, I woke up with a sense of relief after a year of heartache, body pain, and mental breakdowns. The morning of December 25th, with a song in my heart and a sense of awakening from a deep sleep, I walked into a hive of bees and was stung severely more than 150 times.
It was a rebirth, a recalibration, and a high-vibration initiation. It was violent and disturbing, and yet I knew we would all be okay. I did not doubt that all who were stung and involved would be okay and that this moment was a well-designed experience to get our attention.
Everything changed after this. I had new courage to step into the arena of life more fully.
The epic bee-sting debacle happened twenty years after my first awakening to what might be possible in this life. In 1998, I traveled and found myself guided by spirit in strange and evoking ways. A story for another time.
At this moment, I can sense the trajectory and feel more aware. Awareness has a deep resonance; it is often the only thing necessary. Awareness brings about appreciation, and life resonates with that.
The creative consciousness of life loves creating with the frequency of appreciation.
PS:
This is my first time sharing after my mom passed in December 2023. I am relearning to be in this world and it is one breath at a time. Thank you for the love.
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