Dry Rain

While walking the dogs yesterday - which was a delightfully warm 46 degrees - the snow was melting and dripping off the tree limbs. As I closed my eyes briefly, walking along our dead-end road, the droplets sounded like rain and I was immediately caught up in the experience of walking in the 'rain' yet remaining completely untouched! What a wonder! This reminded me of how, when we are present, we can be unattached to the past; our memories are heard and felt but they don't have to rain on our day. We are simply in the moment and totally contented. Bliss!

Possibility

One of my favorite quotes is:

"Nature never repeats herself, and the possibilities of one human soul will never be found in another" ~ Elizabeth Cady Stanton

I find the message tremendously inspiring. At first glance, it may appear to encourage separation but once we acknowledge and fully embrace our diversity in the world of form we can go beyond any sense of isolation to realize that our souls - our Self or Pure Consciousness - are all connected and, indeed, One. ECS, great lady of the suffrage movement, joins "human" and "soul" together to celebrate diversity and empower us all to create and Be in the world as only each of us can be by honoring our unique gifts. But when we do this knowing ourselves as spirit manifest in flesh, the realization brings an entirely new dimension into all lives. Being aware of not only what we bring to form, but also the possibilities that we bring through spirit - and our spirit shines through our form especially when we create and simply Be our true Selves. Then, we are not projecting possibility into the future but rather, as Emily Dickinson puts it,

"I dwell in possibility."

Contemplation

Navarre was sharing with me a pretty good example of contemplation this morning as he silently observed the dawning of a new day. Unable to be distracted from the scene displayed before him, he was truly in the moment and just ... Being. Has he been reading the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali? Hmmm, I thought I saw little paw prints on the cover...

Gaia Breathes

Monday morning a fresh snowfall covered everything - not just the ground but this particularly wet snow clung to tree trunks and even the tiniest branches. As I watched the tops of the tall pines swaying slowly and heavily back and forth, I became mesmerized, breathing with them as Gaia inhaled and exhaled, the branches laden with their negative-ion needles reminding me of the cilia in our own lungs that cleanse and purify our bodies of toxins.