It feels so long since I posted a blog. I want to write something that inspires me. But I can’t focus my thoughts long enough, my day is too full. I want to find more time to journey into other dimensions and connect to aspects of the Earth that need my healing, and of myself, that are standing in shadows.
But my days are not long enough and I cannot milk them for droplets. I must be present at this time, in this space, slow and relaxed, not pushing or rushing, not jumping for what is not yet done.
There are no deep, unfulfilled yearnings within me, none I am compelled to respond to now.
So, it seems, this is my journey, my prayer, my offering today: to make pancakes and blow bubbles, witness the journey of a fellow Soul on a coaching call, wade in the lake, catch balls, embrace the metaphysical questions that high, young voices toss towards me, peel cucumbers, and engage in sweaty embraces with my Chiqui and Golondrina.