The flowering of life-wisdom has little to do with toil and struggle yet more to do with the allowing we give to the earth as a container in which seeds can grow their sacred song into the world, where water droplets of morning dew shall quench the thirst of blossom-to-bee, and the metamorphosis of birth happens almost overnight where its essence rises and broadens into pink and green, and rainbows offer a slide for fairies to use as they gather us all up in bunches of colors, we the flowering spirits inhabiting form where forgotten memories pulse in our cells like limpid pools of blissful bubbles.
Each of us is a nest for the world’s rebirth into each moment. We tend to look outward and project the expectation that the world is meant as our nest, but what if we are looking at it backwards? Each of us is the radiant vibration of all the elements and each of us is the cobweb gathered to glue the bits of twig together to support this precious moment.
This just gives the soul peace.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you, m'dear friend.
DeleteI really enjoy your creative ways of looking and expressing. :)
ReplyDeleteEach of us is a nest from which all things grow. Once again your intuition and connection with Gaia is apparent, celebrated, and lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Diane and mermaid...Blessings!
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