September 2, 2007

Clear Crisp September Air

What could be finer than a light breeze on a warm September afternoon. Ahh such a special time we are in, the two weeks between the fall eclipses. I walk in these days with reverence and an open heart. For I am aware that new portals of energy are available during these two special weeks. This is not to say that new energy movements are not available anytime it is just that now we may be a little more open and tuned in to listen to our delicate inner sensitivities.

Let's take for instance the awareness that we may be fragmenting a bit over the last several weeks. We examine the various incongruent parts of ourselves. We humbly make a clear educated assessment of our split. We congratulate ourselves in seeing this intricate web structure we have concocted and delight in no longer needing this structure.
So we vigorously exhale with our breath this web like structure. Again with a slow deep breath we release the whole drama, the whole play. The complete need to deny a portion of ourselves.

Haa we say to ourselves this has been an awfully long time coming this moment. I can actually admit this personality trait that up to now I have been perfectly steadfast in projecting onto another. We begin to steer towards gratefulness, so grateful that we have reached this state of awareness. We come to devoutly bless the other person for their gift of presence whether it has been a close intimate lover or a stranger. We bow in our hearts to their divinity. We are speechless looking back at our own judgment. It was never needed - we never needed to judge. Oh this feels good such sweet relief.

Perhaps we actually need not visit this drama again. We just revel in the new fibrillations of the heart - the tender new growth like shinny new skin emerging under a blister. We practice breathing even more delicately now.

Perhaps we visit this drama again and again even with our new awareness. To sample compassion for ourselves once more. For now our projected demons are no longer outside of ourselves. They are now deflated - poof - all gone. Imaginary constructions now deconstructed and minimized.

OH the deliciousness of growth. Bless you all.
Kerry