I turn off the floor lamp and walk around lighting the evening candles. I tell Alexa to play Soldeggio frequency station and stand in the middle of my living room.
I begin to do stretches and bends, breathing deliberately, intently. My body warms, my tension lifts.
The burning sage has filled the room with its Smokey aroma. I open the door and let it escape. I light some cedar and smudge myself, allowing the room to receive its healing properties as well.
A message arrives. “Look around. This is your life, what do you see?”
My eyes rest on every item. Everything on the wall has a memory, an event, a creation moment. Everything has meaning. I notice hearts everywhere, books galore, a totem pole right in my living room … all treasured items.
Father Time, Love, Friends, Protectors, sacred items significant to intension and prayer. Candles lit in honor of the night, gentle glow, ease of mind.
I speak out my prayer, sincere, earnest. I ask to be led to the lesson in this current situation, I desire to learn and am eager to understand.
It seems time is of the essence. Old patterns and habitual scenarios must be eliminated. All that hooks the attention and drags the pure energies downward must be cast aside.
The health and wellness of my own being, in my own relation with Creator, and all that IS, must come first. When this becomes healthy once more, all toxins attached to energy will dissipate.
I see hopes, and dreams … those that have been, and those yet to be. I see joy and peace, I see comfort and ease. I see that which I am grateful for, the wonders of being, and I surround myself with these memories, thought provoking potentials.
Any moment I can DO … and I can choose a different form of doing, such as this writing.
It isn’t just “stuff” although I could live without it. It reminds me of what I find meaning in, what I wish to create more of in this life, it helps me remember the song of my heart.
I envision the Goddess Mother cradling the earth to her stomach, loving it, caressing it. I say, “Thank you Mother”. I think on the missing and murdered indigenous women, indeed, all of the women who have suffered battery and death. I give them my heart.
The whole world is crazy, and it is all in my head.
People suffering “madness”, feeling like they are the only “sane” ones on the planet.
A new day begins …