My prayer for the year ahead is to meet my edge with more grace. In times of chaos, challenge or conflict help me stand strong and walk towards my boundary, my edge.
Help me be curious and walk towards my uncomfortable feelings with love and an open heart.
In times of mistrust or division help me raise my head, my lungs and breathe in a stride towards that tension.
May I lean towards my limits with a new learned sense of familiarity. Let this become a place I know and a space of recognisable wisdom.
Let my body and spirit know my edge as much as I know my centre. And may the retraction inward be a soft walk back to myself with compassion in tow.
I pray I walk within my self with affirmation of safety. That I being to recognise this boundary as a recognisable place which is part of my whole. So my edge is a place I grow to know as much as my resting repose.
February always seems to be a bit of a slow path to spring, with some glimpses of blue skies and sunshine on still days. I look to my Irises and watch how they are so resilient to the morning frost, the low temperatures and strive towards the yellow streaming light at noon. Each day I check they are making it through. We are forecast icy rain and snow again, I have many things I seem to worry about, but these flowers just soak up the light. They spread their petals fully open without a bit of concern.
I am getting my mindset into the sensations of the season. My autumnal mind of gratitude and collecting my thoughts of what I have nurtured this past year. My assessment is that I have had a steady slow path which completed a teaching document I have the task to complete from so long ago. It was a very difficult development to fullfil the congruent structure set by an organisations requirements. At times I thought I would never succeed. I was navigating my grief from the loss of my Father as well as caring for my Mother. A deep desire was unfolding to be nurtured in nature, so I turned towards the sights and signs around me. The focus that kept me going was turning of the wheel and the boundaries of my inner compass. The deadline by which I needed to complete was set at the season of gratitude, the harvest, and the folding inwards for the great pause of winter.
Now it is complete. It is time to lay down the pencils, or save the final draft in a file. Autumn 🍂 is a time to harvest what I have sown. For me it is learning to walk as nature intented. To celebrate the achievement of the completion but not to launch into action. You see, I am turning to nature as my teacher. The steps are leading me to root into the dark seasons with a sense of completion. The dark months for me will be for dreaming in the visions, taking time to consider practically, what needs to be brought into form from the formless. For now, it is a time to pause and let the leaves fall 🍃🍂🍁.
For now, I am putting away the pencils, closing the file, and allowing myself the pleasure of completion.
How do you celebrate all that you have brought into being these last seasons?
Every morning we hold the opportunity to pursue new choices and options. When creativity meets this belief we see fresh possibilities, new light, a slant on a perspective, an opening in a narrow route of an opinion. A thought is a choice, a narrative that can be reshaped, a truth that can be nourished and fed from the heart.
Truth can be seen as a Becoming. It is moveable, changeable and exquisite. Truth is an internal creative process. Our Truth doesn’t need words, it just needs our Love.
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