Perhaps the animals, the trees, the rivers, and the mountains will forgive us…
Perhaps the wind will return to set us free…
Perhaps the night will teach us of silence…
Perhaps the dawn will wipe away our tears.
MY DAY: A slow languid beginning. I smiled as I saw the clear blue sky. Crisp cold air swirled outside. Later, an unexpected hail storm…a carpet of pure white magic remained.
MY WORD: Contemplation
SOUL COLOUR: I feel a rich spiritual depth of PURPLE all around me.
HOW I FEEL: For 2 days I have endured ‘solar flare headaches’ bringing with it, a melancholy mood…
BODY FEELS : Falling apart, yet coming together, strong yet vulnerable, settled yet restless. Seeking wholeness.
MY INSIGHTS: There are no answers to all your questions. Not yet. There will be bursts of Chaos around the world as the ‘old’ resists and the ‘new’ embeds itself. We need to stay clear about who we are and what we believe, for now…be as kind and honest as possible in your own world…rest, relax, and allow life to flow in the best way you know how.
THE COLLECTIVE: Accept and know that you are becoming.
“She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see,
except standing there,
leaning on the balcony railing, holding the Universe together.”