Dear Yogis,
Find something in your line of view. Anything at all. Look at it. Really see it…….
- · How did it get there?
- · How long has it been there?
- · How many different people were involved in it finally arriving in that spot?
- · How many hands have touched it?
- · What is its purpose?
- · What is it made of and where did those material originate from?
- · What would it feel like to run your hands down it?
See it, as if you are seeing it for the first time…….because
you probably are. Thousands of things pass
through our line of vision every day, but how many do we stop to truly SEE? But when we do we create a new
relationship. A bond….not only with it,
but with ourselves.
Last week’s image was the straight, unkinked garden hose
connected to source - in that case water.
When we open the crown of our heads and connect to our source -in this
case the Universe, the divine, the Great Mystery, God, or all that is – the breath
is the flow. Uniting all of us. The ultimate connection. No longer separate. All drawing from the unlimited pool of
everyone’s thoughts, feelings, experiences and dreams. Collective
consciousness.
Beginning to feel the beauty in everything that we see……because
we are no different.
Friday night as I was
preparing to leave town I spent time out in my garden to say goodbye. I miss my garden when I am away. Everyone and everything in it have become
quite close friends. I have a
relationship with the garden, the plants, the animals and the trees. Each one unique. Each one special. Seeing everything about each one. And
learning about myself from them all.
The Cardinals have become even a little more trusting. But it’s the male taking the chances while
the female observes from the tree. If I
turn my back and lean down to do some weeding he will quickly land to grab a
seed, perhaps even pausing there on the ground until I look over. I just keep letting him know it is ok to
come. Moving slowly. Teaching me patience.
The chipmunks are very dependable. Always there.
Always gathering food to bring home.
Upbeat. But when two get in the
same path, watch out! The chasing and
tumbling are like a high speed chase – often over my feet or through my legs. Ah! I
scold them for scaring me. But they are
so darn cute. Teaching me to be ok with
the unexpected.
The titmouse……the one with the black spot on his lower left
chest. He arrives when he wants seed,
looking at me with a cocked head. He
follows me to the garage, landing on the handle of the rake, then on the light,
then on the garage roof, watching my every move. He follows me back to the center of the
circle where he will land on my hand for food.
Very picky. Wants only the light
beige peanuts. A funny bird. A sense of humor. Bossy….but in such a sweet way. Teaching me to be lighthearted and silly.
The wrens. Fun. So alive.
Tiny. So beautiful in their
singing. Raising their families in two of my birdhouses, finding food from
underneath the brush, and landing on the eucalyptus tree to announce their
return. They have taught me not to look
directly, but to feel them and send my vibration…..with just a quick occasional
glance when I have praise I want to share.
Teaching me how the clearest voices can come in the smallest
packages.
Now the Blue Jays have begun to arrive. Big and strong as they swoop down – sending a
breeze through my hair. A large presence. Come off as being a bully. But I won’t allow first impressions to taint
me. I will watch, feel and see. Teaching me not to judge.
My swiss chard has taught me not to harvest too soon, my
wild raspberry bushes showed me that if I prune them back they will delight me
with a larger harvest, and the whole
garden has spoken loudly about the gift of sharing plants with others….and so I
have.
Everything is me. I
am everything. I AM THAT.
……and look who arrived this week.
Teaching us all to
slow down. There is nowhere to go. Everything we are searching for is right here
within us. We just need to open the
connection and receive the flow.
Tuned in to the best channel,
SARAH
SARAH
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