Delighted to welcome in the softer energy of 2015. 2014 was a wild ride.
It’s a gentle, kind, more feminine flow this year. I’m working on another post, where I’ll be talking about building a strong foundation for the year ahead. I’ve been getting ‘my house in order’ and working on other exciting developments. Looking forward to sharing with you soon. The pieces are still making its way on the page, so for now, I’ll honor this timing. There is no rush in this present moment.
I’m going with it….
This, gentle, kind, more feminine flow this year. Welcoming the slower pace, and it’s refreshing.
Earlier this week I mentioned in my social media feed, how the Lioness appeared as a guide along my path, just around the time of the New Moon. She’s back, and graciously shared the working title of my book to be released this Fall… It’s been a work in progress for years; much of it written, guided along the way, just putting together all the threads and pieces. Trusting in my guides, angels, intuition, creativity, imagination, dreams, and these threads. It’s coming together, one thread, one light at a time.
I’m a writer. Words live in my heart and are dear to my soul. Writing is part of my daily life. Each day upon waking, a long-standing ritual, after meditation, I write with a pot of tea close by, candle lit, still in my jammies – – I’m home. The house is quiet, silence surrounds, awaiting the birth of a fertile seed. Beginning with gratitude, followed by whatever appears on paper. I love the feeling of how the pencil (pen just won’t do) dances along the page. The words are what I need to hear. The voice of my higher self always shows up, with a raw honesty, a remembering, it’s how I figure things out, interpret my astral travels and commune with Spirit. My writing life has taken a life of its own, and it brings me great joy and pleasure. I love this space to share it with you. Honored.
I stumbled across this the other day; timely.
The Way It Is
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
by William Stafford
May we all be blessed with what it is that brings us Joy. Today, I celebrate in this gift. Celebrate Living.
A deep bow.