I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom.
I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.”
MY DAY: I awoke to the sound of soft rain on my windows. Silence all around me. I felt at Peace.
MY WORD: There is great HOPE
SOUL COLOUR: pale green
HOW I FEEL: I feel restless, edgy, unsettled today, Whats coming? I feel expectant.
BODY FEELS : I am realising more each day, that certain foods no longer feel comfortable in my body.
MY INSIGHTS: Yesterday I had felt bone weary, yet today I am prepared for the next layer to peel away, exposing more of my new reality. It had been a day of deep reflection. Cutting away gently at more of what does not serve me. After, I had a long deep sleep and woke refreshed, yet as the day is progressing, I feel edgy, restless and unsettled. Processing…?
THE COLLECTIVE: Open your hearts, open your mind to an even broader, vaster vision. Many of your species are at this point holding on tightly to closed hearts. Afraid to be exposed, vulnerable, unsteady or even to experience the sacredness of Love. It is important that all your senses be fine tuned now. Rest in the knowledge that as you walk this path the Legions of Light, observe you as you walk, ‘see’ ALL that you are and ALL that you are becoming.*
Your soul cannot be warm,
As long as a child is cold.
Your heart cannot be filled,
As long as someone is hungry.
You cannot rest in peace,
As long as there are wars.
You cannot be at home,
As long as many are homeless.
You cannot know love,
Until you’ve given what
You could not give…
And you cannot die,
Until you’ve dared to live.
*Taken from my Newsletter, SATORI – Feb. 2014 edition – http://www.alorahsnewsletter.com
** Collage artist unknown to me