Something exceptional happened today. Something rare and quite remarkable.
I relaxed. I relaxed in a deep-down-surrender way. All the sorts of things that usually get me worked up just felt like feathers against my skin, and I carried only the light bag of contentment, and peace.
By some magic hand I stumbled from yesterday’s sleep into the morning’s sacred light. What was it? That I held a prayer for the trees in my thoughts as I pulled my quilt over my shoulders, and woke remembering that same intention to connect with sacredness? Or that I finally returned to my walking route alongside the river, instead of hiking up the ridge to the crest? Or maybe it was that I actually sat up in bed before the sun exploded over the ridge and into my windows, which meant that I had an extra five minutes to shake the sleep off before I tumbled down the stairs and into the day.
Whatever it was, it lasted. Even now, as I resist the bed’s sweet embrace to write this, I sip from the soothing cup of peace.
It was warm again today, and I was determined to take my walk. I’ve realized that it’s not so much the physical exercise that I crave, though that’s certainly good for me. It’s something else: the movement, the sun, the manuscript of cloud, the energy of the Green Mother under my feet, and the deep and simple being-ness that this all invokes. Oh, it was so good today.
Remembering yesterday’s botched attempt at rejuvenation, I walked into the morning sunlight and opened myself up to receive invisible nourishemnt. It’s such a peculiar feeling, but I can almost feel my energy relax and unfurl happy little feelers when I decide to open like this to the gifts of the Universe. And as I walked along in this happy state, I began to receive most delicious thoughtforms, and even perceived a certain level of radiance in the Earth. All day today the clouds had faces and arms, and one cloud even looked directly at me!
I once read that to become magnetic to the things we desire, we must act as if they are already here. What I want, to be quite frank, is Heaven on Earth. I began to imagine what that would be like, in my own little life, with great detail. And it’wasn’t the perfect house, or the clean house for that matter, or the perfect anything. It was all about awareness and surrender–awareness of a greater world than I cannot fully comprehend with my meager mind, and surrender to the Goodness of it all. Which means I can stop being afraid, and I did, today, effortlessly, because of some magic hand placed upon my head. All I had to do was relax, and the whole of my day was a blooming, whose seeds I shall plant for the Spring of the morning.