I am different. Every moment of every day creates the room and space for me to be this: Different. My life is a metamorphosis, a practice in the reality of impermanence. Moods come and go. Preferences shift and shape. Awareness heightens then dulls until again the stimulation of God’s breath breathes and it wakes. It is all part of the existence of life, the way of the ebb and flow, the journey of a thousand miles. I step. Each step takes me down roads never before walked, along paths unpaved. There is no direction outside the voice of life leading me. I listen. It is the only way that I am able to travel. Within.
I tilt my head and lean in closer. The warmth feels of sun against bare skin, tickling my flesh. It is you breathing on me again, and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise like a flower through soil that has been cultivated by your promises. I walk atop the invisibility of your word, and there is no shelter as strong, no energy of force able to withstand your voice.
The asking has already been. My plate bountiful, yet empty waiting again to be filled by the Magic. I receive you, arms stretched wide and heart cracked open that you see the purity of my being. It matters not how long I sit here at your table. You are my companion. Your presence reminds me to sit longer still and to trust that time is timeless and the arrival is closer than nigh. The arrival is now.
Healing happens in each moment that we open ourselves and turn in the direction of its truth. We are whole, and our body has everything needed to sustain itself. It is the inconsistency of the mind, the way it likes to swing from branch to branch inquisitive like and playing with the ego that causes the pauses, the blocks to truth, and the barriers that would have us to believe that what appears to be is the ultimate of what is. It isn’t so. Yet the journey to wholeness often challenges us, brings us close to the edge where disbelief resides. How long does our faith sustain us? How long are we to be blind before the light reveals the way, restoring sight never before seen? Keep steady. Each step inside of each moment leads us ever-nigh to the vast space where the breath of restoration is exhaled and the hair on the back of our neck raises to greet the Magic. The wand is there atop the table within reach. We need only to lift our hand and motion forward in its direction and watch how it meets us there the way levitation rises heavenward, feet still planted. The soil remains ripe. It remains ready for the exploration of its bounty, its wholeness, its Yes to the prayer that we’ve prayed. Keep steady. Turn always your wayward thoughts back to the essence of the Divine. Feel the sun against your skin and know that it breathes on you all that is needed in order to be free. You are free. You are free.
It is there in the quiet that we find our way back. The path has always been and yet the mind has a way of distracting us, taking our attention away from the earth atop which we stand and points left and right at fields so vast that we forget and lose our footing. There is beauty all around, yet not all things beautiful are meant to be explored before the harvest. We wait. We watch. We see. It is there in the quiet space where all is empty that we feel most full, and that we remember: Our feet are planted in the soil of Magic, and every step of our walking leads us there where alignment reveals the readiness. It is then that we receive the bounty of life. Let not the mind distract us from the course with its seducing ways pointing at beautiful things hither and yon. Let us remove our coverings and feel the earth beneath our feet, how moist with promise, how warm with the light of the sun. Here is the place of our standing, and it is this place that opens the door to all places where we are to stand.