Some days I lay face down on the grass, feeling caressed by the Mother, feeling her heartbeat, as she soothes my pain and drinks my tears. While I hurt feeling the collective suffering, I feel her heal.
Other times I stare at the sky, the marvelous vastness and beauty of the mystery beyond my human mind’s understanding of all that’s out there. I bathe in the sunlight, healing my deepest crevices. I reach for the clouds and stars with my voice and prayers, as I cry a little inside…
The Moon is my witness and my nightly companion. As she ebbs and flows dancing with shadow and light, my heart does, too.
I cry, I sing, I dance, I laugh and weep, for all those who can’t.
I feel the pain for all those in suffering, physical and mental. The root is all the same.
I bow to all the angels who are holding us through these times; ethereal ones and the human ones in the frontlines and hospitals.
I practice compassion for all those who continue on the path of shadows. For all those who choose to repeat rather than evolve. You can’t rush healing or learning. That I’m coming to understand the hard way.
The times, they are changing, and my heart remains open, as I gather her pieces and remember the dance, once again…
“…go as deep as you feel it,
the deeper you mean it,
the more the stars can hear it.
The deeper you mean it,
the more healing can happen,
the Earth heart opens,
connects to your own…”
Beautiful music 🎶 by Ayla Nereo