Home and re-acclimating from our two week visit to my Sister’s in Florida (mostly unplugged). A shift emerges as I journey my final trimester before birth…focus on family, said the sea, the owls and magnificent wood storks.
I feel I will be less involved online and at local events for a while. Mama bear medicine is setting in. It’s the time of year when this Aries goes in to the great inner mystery and emerges in the Spring with new gifts for all.
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.
Love is in the air, and so are the butterflies! Grateful today for Soul family, shared dream journeys and visions, infinite creative possibilities leading to joyous manifestations and the fresh breath of Spring. Be BLISSed ya’ll! ~ Jess Bray ♥
“You can’t teach creativity; all you can do is let it blossom, and it blossoms in play.”
This article is a bit long, but an easy read that’s well worth the time. It highlights the effects our “lack of play” in standard school systems have on our children’s ability to thrive and become adults who essentially, follow their bliss, and find success in choosing meaningful work. He also refers to education from a hunter-gatherer perspective. ~ Jess Bray ♥