Nature’s Rhythmic Dance.

The woman sat barefoot, soaking the last rays of the days sun. The clouds were now gathering overhead and she gave an involuntary shiver as a sudden gust of wind blew the shrubs into life, rustling the leaves, making them all dance at once.

She curled her legs underneath her for warmth, as she watched the leaves dance, and marvelled at each one, perfectly formed where only a few weeks ago they had been tight buds.

Spring was now well under way, showing us how all things renew and flourish given time…  Winters sleep now but a memory, as the greens of leaves were lush and vibrant. Even the yellows of dandelions were now forming their seed heads, ready to begin their cycle all over again.

Dandelion and Daisies

 The noble Dandelion which was so persecuted, given the name weed, yet it held so many healing properties, but even that knowledge was distorted, as it had been vilified as the gardener’s enemy, when in truth it perhaps one of the man’s best friends.

The woman sat pondering, as she always did when out in nature, how nature provides all things, and how all answers can be found if one truly seeks to find them. But first one needs to look, and not all answers are straight forwardly given. One must at times surrender to that inner knowing, that state of consciousness to which we are all connected, to what feels right within. And once you connect to that pulse, your heart knows exactly what is the best choice for you to make. But you have to listen within and feel it. And then have the courage to act upon it. And to also be prepared that one may not always like what we find.

Meadow Cranesbill

Some things the woman found hard to put into mere words, for what often flashed across her mind was this deeper knowing, something no words could describe.  Sometimes she felt like she was standing on the edge of the whole Multiverse, she could see and sense its workings, that all was expanding and contracting at the same time.

The Ocean Shore.. All Photo credits on this post to my Sister.

One Huge in and out breath, that steady rhythm, she would use in meditation, like the ocean’s tides, as the waves rolled in and out of the shore. Expanding and contracting, that gentle rhythm of life, as all breathed in and out unconsciously. Every moment our hearts beat, our bodies getting on with the remarkable process of digesting, nourishing, and replenishing our cells from head to toe.  We may not see the process, but isn’t Life remarkable, we take our bodies workings so much for granted.  She was still that same person within as she had been as a five year old, she was the same, but different.

Growth creeps upon us, maturing with age. 

Water the Gift of Life

So too our world was growing, maturing, changing the very structure of her being, and we’re all part of that process, we may not always appreciate the changes being made. We are all of us in that process of change.
A little like our life stories, so often we can go through traumatic interludes which at the time are harrowing and unsettling, but in hindsight when we look back upon those periods in our lives, they propelled us to the right place, that brought about changes which have enhanced our lives.

Detours are sometimes necessary in order to get to our final destination.  

 
The dancing leaves had reminded her, what created the breeze? Where did it come from, and where did it go? It was unseen, yet it existed, we felt it.    It blew the clouds high up, and whistled through the trees. We do not always have to See something to know of its existence.

She knew we were evolving at LIGHT speed, as the energies brought about change. She knew intuitively that more Knowledge, would unravel, entwining  and binding us all at the same time, For every single molecule was entangled within the whole of existence,  For all were connected within The Field of existence.

Not all can cope with the unseen, for many seeing is believing. The woman in her wisdom knew, that as Time sped ever faster, more people would become aware of the things which had been previously hidden from view.

But like Winters tight buds which had been held tight shut for protection against the storms, The woman Knew, Spring, leads us to Summer, and she had a knowing that this Summer, more things, other than the opening of flowers, would be revealed for the world to see, that which had been kept hidden and unseen for so long she knew would open up, as more Light poured in, exposing those darker shadows..

She was ready, she hoped the world was ready too.  

💖Much LOVE 💖