Nature in us
I often wonder about the natural powers of the human and our soul. I dont necessarily mean the roles and descriptions of them, the way people like to connect them to cognitive thought, but in the deep seeded internal thread of the natrual world within us. I spend a lot of time out in nature, out listening to the wind, out trying to feel the space around when the ideas of the mind arent trying to demand they are boxed. And it makes me think as to what is inside of us that always wants to be free, what is it inside of use that whispers to us when the noises are discrated or asleep. I think about the particular animals or essence that I relate with and wonder why those particular things speak to me, why those thing help make sense of what might be impossible for the mind to conprehend.
Like I have always felt strong connections to the moon, but more so, odd enough, its when I wasnt really aware of it and it just happen to reveal itself. When I didnt allow myself to explore it, yet it came to me anyway. When things begin to happen and all of a sudden its like, ohhhhhhhhhh because the tulips are blossoming. I am not sure why those things help me the way tey do, I am not sure why nature speaks to me in riddles that make perfect sense. I dont know what it is about me that can even listen when they do. But I am grateful to be who I am, and grateful for those that run with me through the forest of the world.
Silence
There is something in the air….. I feel it, those around me feel it, the natrual world itself seems to be singing it ito the stars. I am not quite sure what it means, or what it is calling for or how it is weaving destiny, but it is happening nontheless. First we have the blood moon, then we experience a storm that turns to warmth, then in my own particular life people have come to look for ease and they ask to see. Thier is not a subtle shift or the whispering of clouds, but the burning away of a world that used to be the base of life. But like the dandelion that finds its way to the crack in a parking lot, nature is finding its way through a sea of cold black. It is unmistakeable what I see, what I feel, what I am experiencing, yet my position in it is to be still. Intensity and storms seem to swirl around me, the foundations of the past drift away and where one would expect to find deperation and opposition, I find peace in the flow of life.
It is just a very strange time, so many things have occured all at once, things that one cannot really imagine away or twist into some other reasoning. And I find myself retreating into the solice I know, the stillness the helps me to feel held, the gentle rhythm that gives me answers without words, that guides me without direction, that keep me open without reaching. I know it is like the seed waiting for the rain, for that one drop, for that one chance encounter to spark the key of life that allows one to reach for the skies no matter the world around them. I am not sure if im making much sense, but I suppose that is the point. I can express without it needing to be something else, and for today, for tonight, I think I will sit. I will enjoy some quiet and some time, not to reflect…..but to just be.
