A brittle leaf
Touched by seasonal patterns
© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015
“Blessed. Surrounded by every opportunity in the world.
“Granted to meet in life that which can revitalize and restore and reawaken what was lost, stuck, stopped.
“Given a charge of inner worlds power. A prana of life-giving essence to offer into the most obdurate situations hope and enthusiasm.
“Not put off by coming up against tremendous outward and inward stuff to cut through. Just knowing there is a force, there is a way somehow.
“Bearing a treasure that is priceless. Offered the keys to the kingdom.
“It is simply a matter of calibrating the Living Spirit in all things as supreme. Yet there is something in this worship, in this ritual that is more than the simple basic model would suggest.
“We are here entering upon the mystery of soul remembrance. What does it mean when we can recall in a fragrant fashion all good and essential things and we never can forget them?
“What does it do for us when we immerse ourselves over and again in especially painful and enduring lessons and repetitive experience, yet all throughout we feel and know inside that we can come through and that everybody can come through?
“What this does is to tap a storehouse of spirit spark that is right here available whenever we are ready to surrender to it’s depth of power.
“Usually, we must first exhaust every other way of dealing with what is at hand. Only then do we remember the prayer, the vision, the promise…
“It is a rhythm, a pulse, a knack. Once you get it, you can’t lose it. Then you know the New Birth in all things.”
This new moon in Sagittarius brought up a lot of old wounds and pain for me that still tenaciously cling to the here and now. It happened when I was least expecting it. Thoughts such as, “I have shown up for what I want to grow and expand in my life.” or “I have done the inner work.” placed a perfect fitting mask upon my face that I forgot who I am. Somewhere along the line I got a little lost in some idealistic vision of myself. The intensity of my inner suffering knocked me to the ground like all the fallen leaves and layers of bark upon the forest floor. Though I thought I have been facing reality, I now humbly realize that there are still areas of my life that need the continuation of healing. Instead of thinking negatively about repeating karmic patterns, I choose to mindfully walk through these experiences. I surrender to the mystery of Spirt Essence. My ancestors would call it the Great Spirit. Opening again to the self-love, the experience of I AM. In each breath…being in communion of spirit.
*the link that inspired this post is from Mysticmama