Saturday, September 11, 2004
Yesterday when the winds came it was like the answer to a prayer I didn’t know I had made. Perhaps it is a prayer I make often finally being answered. We often pray to release anything that holds us back…to release that which takes up any room that is meant for the new and the fresh to enter our lives. We pray for burdens to be lifted.
When the winds came, although I had felt lightness before, a new level of purity washed over me. You see the hard winds represent surrender. The last fruits and leaves are blown from the trees, already in anticipation of new life. The things that fall from us now are not “spoils” of summer, but the gifts we give to the earth within, which it will use to give us new life. It is our offering at the very same time that it is our blessing.
What no longer serves us is now blown away without our effort. It is nearly autumn now, which symbolizes both the harvest of the things we have worked and prayed for, and the first turning back inward to spin new dreams.
It is time to ask again, for the first time in a new cycle about to begin, what do I want to dream next? What do I want to spin my dreams from this time? What am I shedding and what is revealed?
Slowly the warmth moves from outside, to within us, and we turn to see what is there. In warm spice dreams and firey meditations, we drink from the well of the darkness that contains all possibility. Here is to the fruition of dreams past, and to the new dreams being born. May they all be kissed with love and joy.
