Arriving at my destination, I turned off the car and sat a moment.
Finding a space of peace within as I let my busy mind and active body settle. I sat in silence and breathed away thoughts competing for my attention. Settled within myself, my eyes opened and began to notice what was in front of me.
A beautiful tree of red situated next to a smaller tree of yellow.
These beautiful Fall colors hadn’t been present last time I parked my car here. Or had they?
I didn’t know. How delightful these colors were before me. My whole being quieted in appreciation of the artistry dancing in the breeze before me.
In time, my eyes slowly wandered to the left and took a moment to enjoy the colors. A beautiful holly tree with glistening green leaves. So vibrantly alive. These sturdy green leaves reflected the light as if diamonds had taken a pause in flight to wink at me.
Woven into the holly leaves were splashes of red as the branches of the neighboring tree came to visit, rest, and share in the splendor. As if aware that this holly was perpetually green, a kindness of color was offered. Beautiful red leaves decorating this tree of green with the sparkling lights.
Such generosity.
Memories of decorated trees, delight, and magic awoke within me. I spent some moments enjoying the inner slideshow. Feeling the warmth of evergreen trees sparkling with white lights.
When the red would flutter away, leaving branches of brown unadorned. No longer offering color to the holly, roles would reverse as the receiver would become the giver.
I envisioned the vibrant holly tree cradling the naked branches, adorning them with leaves of green and diamond lights.
I wondered if the sun and wind conspired to dance this model of generous reciprocity for the benefit of distracted drivers who parked here. Inviting a breath,
a moment of stillness, a sense of peace, and perhaps, if one was lucky, a moment to wonder if such generous magic existed everywhere.
In the days following, I found generous weavings of red, orange, brown, and green everywhere I went.
When distracted by my mind’s meandering, fully decorated trees waved to capture my attention. Reminding me to slow down, breathe in wonder, and open my eyes to to the natural reciprocity on display for all to experience.
Peace be with you and with all. No exceptions.
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I’ve always had a distant relationship with horses. I once rode the pony a friend cared for at a local barn when I was a pre-teen. I’ve done a few trail rides, including what felt like a few death-defying adventures in the Colorado Rockies.
I have been reading a series of novels set in the late nineteenth century that portray the social structures women were expected to live within. Hardships were often hidden behind social niceties, beautiful homes, fashionable clothing, and the polite manner considered fitting for a lady of society. A woman’s ability to enjoy simple pleasures such as reading freely, choosing her friendships, or expressing her opinions was often restricted by her husband.
ia Sophia has arrived. This “Way of Wisdom” offers an invitation to step upon a Living Spiral Path and discover a new understanding of what it means to embody the Mystical Feminine.
For the past fifteen years I have lived and taught within the Mystical Feminine. I have sat within many circles and immersions with women as we explored how to practically and powerfully engage Feminine wisdom in everyday life.
Driving into Soul Sanctuary last weekend, I noticed the trees were engaged in a wild dance.
I should have paid closer attention as I got out of the car, because the wind nearly took me with it. Walking to the door, I had to lean in and brace myself for a moment just to stay upright. The cold whipped through my clothes and found every uncovered space, sharing its bone-numbing chill.
We recently had a big snow in my neck of the woods. Everyone was hunkered down. The fridge was full, chicken soup was bubbling on the stove, and my book pile sat patiently on the coffee table. As a kid, snowstorms were pure joy.
“I think we need to be friends.”
Those were the first words out of my mouth when I introduced myself to Rev. Hilda Covington. We’d just finished a county meeting of nonprofit mental health and social service agencies. She was the presenter that month. We almost didn’t meet because Hilda arrived an hour and a half late to a two-hour meeting.
