Right after I created the image above, a dear Soul Sister from Nashville just called to tell me she is expecting her first sweet babe. Aaaaaaah, I am so giddy with joy for them!!!! 😆
I also discovered something while sharing with her. I really, no REALLY love supporting expecting mothers. The journey of motherhood is inclusively transforming…no stone goes unturned within and without. We become womben. We touch that primal part of ourselves that once lay dormant. All at once, we seed the earth and ignite the stars. Oneness with all of existence becomes crystal clear. We don’t just give birth to our babes. We give birth to ourselves. The me in this photo would not have been claimed without the sacred birth of my two starseeds.
My alarm clock (which I never use, except for time reference) mysteriously went off early this morning. I glanced out my window at the gentle glow of the rising sun, beckoning me outside. Following my guidance, I made my way outside to the light, soaking in the day’s first rays with my gazing eyes. I sang a song of thanks to the sun, for its precious and faithful, life giving beams.
Called to my front yard, I went through the house, grabbed a pillow for my bum and entered the sacred realm of my wild front entry. As I settled under the sheltering canopy of bamboo, wisteria vine and what I like to call my bodhi bush, thoughtfully carved out on one side like a cavern, I listened and I watched. Light was the sun and light was the mood. The tiny dew drop worlds glistening on waking vegetation. Such soft, sweet energies to behold and rejoice this day.
Centered in my heart, overflowing with love throughout my field and beyond, I began to sing ~ with the redbird I know so well, coming out of the forest to accompany me ~ with the moth, delicately gracing my skin ~ with the tiny mouse, curiously and carefully scurrying from the rock before me ~ with the turtle I discovered under the far side of the bush, who reached his head out farther once I began offering my voice his direction ~ with the two love doves stopping by on foot to say hello, flying off together with their melodious coos ~ with the ravens, on foot and in air, who came closer to greet my offering ~ and with the clever mockingbirds who call my yard home, voicing their concerns over the closeness of the ravens. I sang a melody of thanks to Earth and to life ~ animal, vegetable, mineral. Closing my eyes, looking within, I saw soft, gentle, white light showering from my crown, cascading down through my entire being and gracing the planet and all of existence through my deep roots.
As I sit here and place words on the magic of my morning, I hear the sounds of a small songbird, with its mighty voice calling out as if to say … keep singing, keep offering, keep sharing. We are all bound by love as the one pure heart of existence.