An autumn morning shimmers with colour before slipping quietly into the mist of a grey day, wet and sleek as a seal’s pelt. Seasons turn again… tides ebb and swell… moon and sun dance their eternal dance across the sky.
My favourite time as leaves change and fall. A wily wind lifts them in multi-coloured swirls of ebbing life and yet they will feed something else from their return to dust. I capture such moments with my camera but they do not stay the same in the real world so my photo is a memory captured in time; a moment and that leaf still exists in cells and particles somewhere and everywhere, because life is a moment and in that moment, all moments exist. Life can appear fleeting or be forever in full consciousness. There is no separation between who we once were in the scheme of things, are now or will be one day, for all is now.
Complex thoughts, and yet not, unless one thinks in straight lines, past, present, future rather than in circles, and cycles of ascension and descent… expansion and contraction. There again, maybe that is the challenge – over-thinking. Does nature think, I’m a daisy, I wanted to be a rose. Does an amber-coloured leaf in autumn, wish to be green again? Does a seed pod weep for it’s spilled seeds or celebrate the release of its children.
Observing nature, we see there are few straight lines, except those we create. Nothing is linear. Droplets of water constantly change shape to adapt and are a part of a greater body, ocean or small pond. If we understand everything is energy in constant motion, where there is a void space, something always rushes to fill it and there is no judgment in the process.
When we become aware, strength lies in the allowance of emptiness and in not filling empty spaces. In this knowing, we can choose substance to fill the void, and in fact always do, even in not choosing. Waiting empty, gives us clarity to know what we truly desire. I speak not of having for the sake of it …because it’s the most recent fad or gadget, but more the awareness, being in emptiness can bring. It has its own taste, smell, sound, sensation and there is nothing to fear there except the proverbial, fear itself.
My waking and sleeping moments, fill with the rhythm and scent of nature’s cycles rather than the ticktock of the business world. Although that said, I am currently studying, run my own gallery, bookshop and reading centre… one still has to a acknowledge and live in the ways of a mundane world, but the key is to find the ultimate balance between the perceived mundane and the spiritual life …and there we have it – everything is spirit/energy, and therefore, spiritual.
Whether at work to earn our living, pottering in the garden or soaking in a bath, changing a nappy or holding someone’s hair back as they vomit… whether it’s a perceived, inanimate object or a living, breathing tree, all is energy and thus spirit/spiritual.
All energy is in motion constantly, in waves and pulses, just as our body is in flow and flux, birth to death, with each waxing and waning moon. We are ultimately 78% fluid, and our body is at the mercy of those internal and exterior tides unless we can be observant, present in awareness as those tides turn. Thus, we can see ourselves not as helpless puppets, but empowered by those very tides, toward the shores of creative consciousness
If we can reconnect to nature’s cycles, movements, brief pauses, breath held and let go… a beating heart, a pulse within myriad pulses, we simply become. Every cell becomes luminous with cell-wisdom-memory of everything experienced, and in the remembering, remembers Primordial Source, Sophia.
Blessings from a wild spirit who lives beyond the gate…