For days the woman was slightly dazed, floating around trying to verbalise her thoughts, yet each time she sat down to write nothing would come.
In the meantime our Earth Mother Gaia was speaking; she blew her thoughts through the creaking of branches that snapped beneath her breath. Her tears fell so hard upon the hilltops, that her storm was given the name of Storm Desmond Her tears filled the rivers which broke their banks to touch more lives with her sorrow… It seemed our Earth Mother knew not when to stop her tears as so much fell in one place .She broke bridges, roads and many hearts that day..
But the Earth Mother’s plan although not clear to many brought our yet more ‘Compassion’ that was so lacking upon this stiff upper lip Island that once had conquered an Empire.. She was teaching us through compassion and showing us how much attachment we put upon all we possess, that within the blink of an eye can be taken..
The Woman looked deeper at her Earth Mother as she felt the weight of Gaia’s task.. The woman walked in nature in silence taking note of how the seasons were changing. The wind was so warm for December and spring bulbs were already pushing their way through the earth some already in bloom
The woman listened to Gaia and sat in long silent meditations seeking the words that would not come. She told her friends she needed time to think and would visit them by the magic of technology only to find many were feeling the same as she, as the energies spread out to ripple around the world..
She was amazed at the synchronicities of thought, telling them she would explain her own soon.. Old friends upon the web of magic got in touch, one leaving her a gift of a meditation.. She knew this was not by chance..
So she sat that afternoon and went deeper within the magical visions of the mediation and went to bed that evening feeling fine.. Yet she awoke with a fire that scorched her dry throat, glancing at the clock which said 3:33… So painful she could hardly swallow. For 3 days she nursed herself with herbs and tinctures knowing her body was now releasing that which had been held within her throat chakra for so long… She coughed and spluttered gasping for breath as her thoughts began to unravel that which had been tangled and strangling her voice like the ‘Yarn’ in the poem Unravelled Yarn which had spoke so clearly to her heart a few days prior..
The Woman is healing from within and has more to share from her insights given, she knows her journey is joined by many Sisters and Brothers who are also feeling the Shift that is gathering momentum..
And she gives thanks for their hearts in standing by her side..
In Love and Gratitude
More to follow Soon