observations of life as an intuitive healer and spiritual channel
Fragility and strength of the daffodil from earthy tuber stirring in a frosted ground awakening. Undeterred. Focused. Reaching towards the light. Yellow cup, chalice of light, dew filled and emptying. Refilling. Acceptance of rain. Bending with wind. Luminescence through sun. Forgiveness in snow. Teacher of Peace.
In gentle awe we find ourselves
wondrously suspended in the space between blossoms and buds. Gloriously aware our human form has melded into the past, cast aside, former identity no longer desired. This space of creation a freeing joy from the consricts of culture and human world view. This space filled with the Light and pure essence of the One Source Love of which all are created. The anonymity of being Light, desiring to be, creating it so. The sloughing off of patterns of the past where there was desire to be acknowledged, to be right, to be noticed. This is the environment…. entering the Lilac Realm creates. Lush, inclusive embrace of flowers in motion through the Universal Desire which created them. Relax. Float and glide here. Remain awhile.
