Don’t Forget

Don’t forget to bring your heart on this journey. Some days, sometimes I want to leave it in a drawer or on my pillow or in the refrigerator as I go out and about in my need to do this and that day. Other times I want to keep it in my chest but hidden behind armor or Donald Trumpesk walls with armed sentinels peering over the other side. Those aren’t conscious desires mind you, I’m above that, they are habits.

It’s a choice to walk the path with heart. I am all about walking a heart path, Re Inventing myself from Self and integrating all the juiciest, yummiest adventures into life. Then there is the laundry, and picking up dog poo and you know the taxes. Or any other unsavory appearing morsels of life. That’s where it is a choice to bring heart even to that. Even to the upsets, to the disappointments, to the pockets of unmet expectations and anger. That’s why they call it practice.

Sometimes I treat my life like a search for the holy grail using an internal North Star navigational system. That has served well in many ways…being able to move from one adventure to the next. The other half of that is bringing heart to where ever I am, who ever I’m with and whatever I am doing. That’s the nectar of the Goddesses. Don’t have to be perfect, just implanting that part of the programming in. The new energetic program dissolves the divide between a created heart path, and walking whatever the path we are on here and now with heart. It’s possible and could even be fun, to do both at the same time. Open the gates.

It’s not just me, I’m sure it is we. We compartmentalize and section off where to be this and where to be that. The reweaving is a community job posting…WANTED: all reweavers who want to open the Love gates of heart in the here and now. Full time opportunities with out of this world benefits. Who’s in?

Job Description

Walking in Magic

I realized today that I actually could write my own job description. The awareness that I am actually DOING MY JOB right now came through when I was walking through the magic meadow. You know the magic meadow…the place where all kinds of invisible, benevolent beings are hanging out watching you and waiting for you to notice them.

But being the industrious one that I am, I didn’t settle for just walking in the magic meadow. No, I had to visit the trees. And I couldn’t stop there, because in my job, one of the job benefits is that I get to wander aimlessly about not caring what time it is and connect with beings that are loving and kind. The ones that humans often don’t notice or listen to.

So on this particular occasion, it was time to climb a tree. Not just any tree…it had to be the tree that was calling me. Well, one of the trees that was calling me because many do. After I greeted the tree and climbed a wee bit up above its magnificent base, it wooed me to go higher. Just a wee bit higher. High enough to lay on the bough and look at the sky.

“I wonder how the birds choose what tree they are going to land in,” I mused. “The same way that you do,” said the tree back to me. “By the energy.” Ahhhh…I could fall asleep here. Energy coming in, peace permeating every cell, Tree is so solid, so strong, so stable. I watched as the smaller limbs waved gently to me in the wind. I looked behind me and saw a branch, a dead branch, dangling on a living branch. Caught there held by the living, not yet falling to the ground. The dead and the living intermingle in nature. It’s a constant dance.

No birds were currently in my tree, but I could hear them next to me. What a wonderful job I have. Why does it take a lifetime to real eyes the truth that we can be the authors of our own job descriptions. Who made up this game anyways? Trees stand idly by, waiting for birds to land, squirrels to scamper up, insects to burrow down. Countless living beings are supported by Tree, not to mention all of the humans who’re breathing today. Yet, there she stands, so quietly.

Maybe others will want my job. This job of loving the earth and seeing the magic and sharing the beauty. That’s cool, there’s room enough for two…three…more in this tree. Just make sure you bring the love, harmony and ears to listen closely.