On my walk this morning I was reminded of all the wonderful things the Universe has lined up for me– going from beauty to more beauty. I delight in the knowing that certain things constantly and consistently show up on my behalf. I do ask for them, you know. I prefer the music/sounds that nature provides: bird songs and chatter, leaves crunching under foot or rustling in the wind. I prefer paths that have few humans and automobiles, require mostly silence–the quiet, and I choose to walk alone.
I know when crows are near, they caw loudly, passionately and sometimes make a sweet cooing sound. They always come to greet me, often gathering round in large numbers and I’m always delighted to see them. Hummingbirds fly kiss, kiss close, they love ‘in your face’ encounters. It goes on and on: butterflies, snails, dragonflies, lizards, bees and spiders. I’ve had this connection to nature for as long as I can remember. It’s not unusual for Crow to walk a ways with me or Hawk to circle directly above my head. These creatures are also powerful guides and teachers, so I pay attention when the show up on my path. Now I’m quite clear Mother Nature knows what not to put on my path as well.
The trees here are large and old, their leaves painted with every shade of green, and trunks and branches all sorts of browns and ash. I’m often overwhelmed by the beauty, strength and majesty of trees. There are hills and flat-lands, small and large bridges made for cars, bikes, horses and foot traffic to cross over what was once a flowing river or creek is now absent of water. This is urban territory–city life.
I get distracted often– I gaze a lot. There is a point on my walk when the beat of my heart slows to a steady pace and I center my breath. My gaze softens and my awareness becomes crystal clear. The colors of everything are deeper, richer… Like magic I begin to receive the precious gifts the new day has laid before me. My focus shifts and insights, inspiration, visions, messages and yes, answers come easily– brilliantly. Words, scenes, often dialog begin to flood my mind. My long morning walks are essential to my writing life.
This morning I wandered off and found myself a little turned around, a bit off the usual path only to discover a new trail crossing over a tiny bridge. I took a moment to get my bearings, looked down and noticed a honey bee whirling on the hot white pavement desperately trying to find its way to flight–to freedom. I could feel this tiny being’s fear and desperation– it was dying. I was reminded of why I always carry water and how just before I left the house ‘something told me’ to take my water bottle– I ignored the prompting. I read once that if you pour a few drops of water on a bee who’s in distress, it can regain its strength and find its way back to the hive–back home. But I had no water and this little bee could not be saved.
It was a stark reminder of those times in my life when I’ve found myself whirling in hot white space. When for the life of me, I can’t find my way back to my center– back home. It’s often when something is out of my control and I’m feeling powerless. When I’ve forgotten to take good care of myself and to do those things that keep me grounded in my body, in balance and ease. These moments are often triggered by fear, disappointment, anger, worry and doubt. Those times when my children are in need and I can’t protect them from this or that. Such a tricky space to be in, such a dark and lonely place. There are times when I don’t realize I’m whirling until it’s too late, and I ask myself, “How in the world did you end up here again?” This whirling requires a letting go– a surrendering, often a death of some kind.
Drops of water are like prayer offerings, it’s what Little Bee and I both needed this morning. These daily rituals journey me to the silence deep on the inside. They are medicine for my soul and bring peace to my mind and heart. Long walks in the morning open up my soul so I can regain my balance and hear the Divine– see the guidance laid out before me. It also leads to the words, the writing, the work. My ability to be as present as I can be right now.
The spirit of nature shows up in the most amazing ways, the way Little Bee did this morning to remind me to listen to the promptings that let me know I’m traveling down the wrong road or whirling in hot white space without the things I need. It’s important for me to find ways to step away and step into nature or take a nap, prepare a good meal for myself, listen to or read something inspirational, drink more water– dance. To find the silence, the quiet… take the time. I am learning how to be more consistent with self care, to treat myself with loving kindness even when I’m feeling upside down– whirling. To honor those ‘whirling in hot white space’ times as sacred too…