One of the most important things to be understood about man is that man is asleep.
Even while he thinks he is awake, he is not.
His wakefulness is very fragile;
his wakefulness is so tiny it doesn’t matter at all.
His wakefulness is only a beautiful name but utterly empty.
TODAY: “Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher”
I woke unprepared for the darker mornings that have suddenly arrived. Even the birds were late…I noticed the soft dew drops on the roof, leaves and plants…I savoured the freshness. The day felt slow and measured. The energy soft and lazy…Not a sound could be heard. The Town felt slow and sleepy…
IN ONE WORD: Comfort
COLOUR OF THE DAY: Silver
HOW I FEEL: I offered my thanks and gratitude as each day I begin to feel stronger on my way back to wellness. I am so aware of how lives are like the ebb and flow of the tides…happy, sad, confusion to elation, restlessness and lethargy…
INSIGHTS: Hide no longer, express who you truly are, let it be known! Reveal yourself and claim your rightful place on Earth! Introduce all those around you, to your truthful expression, live in your heart and be true to this journey from this day forward.
THE COLLECTIVE: Breath it in and let go of the way you are living your daily life; as a grind, as an old tired routine…and adjust quickly to this new time. There is a need for you to ‘catch up’ and begin to incorporate into your day, that which you feel and know is much needed for your alignment and harmony. As the world wobbles so do your own emotions.
This is what you most need to create; a collective cohesive network of Light, a collective Web of Truth and a gentle surrendering from us All, as we hold this in place for all those who are yet ready to wake…or are in fear or overwhelmed…
Be kind be gentle, be aware and most of all, be true.
AFFIRMATION: “I love myself, so that I can love the world!”
“Some things don’t last forever, but some things do.
Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times,
pressing down on the corners and peering in close,
hoping you still recognize the person you see there.”
Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby