An angel with long hair

Maybe she looks like you, maybe she looks like someone that you know. Maybe she is the one that sits next to on a giant rock beach as we all lean back, relax and soak up the sun and the waves. We have all come here for healing today. And I am told that we are all one. As more and more layers get stripped down and off, as more and more so revealed, we do this so that we may live more whole, loving, fulfilling, complete, centered, and grounded existences.

To feel the warmth of the sun, to feel the lover you’ve always known hold you up, to sing your song, to share your voice, to have your sweet scent carried gently upon the wind into my olfactory system. And I exhale and I pronounce you blessed as you move the rocks around. I hope you stay so that I may open up my heart more, so that I may channel back into presence. So I may allow and see and feel as my body is taken over by the pure power of spirit. The one that knows it all and knows what to do and how to breathe me. The one who has brought me back to these shores time and time and time again; the one who knows you and who knows me fully and freely and loves every single part of us, this spirit, my God is one of pure divine love, and even when I am feeling grim and grumpy and down and even when there is cruelty and unkindness around the crown or the headspace, my god knows love for me always. Love for you, love for all, faith in the ever unfolding divine plan. There are parts along the journey that have already been predestined, there are books you have set out long ago to read and people you’ve been meant to love and situations and experiences you’re here to have, and then there is also the space of creativity and creation. The spaces in between, the random moments where there is no right or wrong way to go, where your free will carries you forth and you choose when you dive into the water and you choose when and how you dance and yes, sometimes what comes forth and through is something of a trance yet we are ceremonial humans after all and I am reminded to exhale.

Exhale and let it all go. Drop all the tension, relax your shoulders, and let it all go.

Open up your chest and let your heart be strong and proud. You know your truth, sing it, speak it, shout it loud.

Your ancestors are with you, those rooted within love. Parrots and elk and angels from above. You have galactic guides by your sides and your dogs that have long since passed and all that they wish of you is that you allow yourself to relax. You have nothing to figure out and nothing to sort. All there is is now and your heart of course and you are safe to surrender and safe to just be. Stone in the pond of the great mystery. And seagulls squawk and angels walk. In their beautiful white sweaters and long braided hair. Thank you for blessing me, thank you for being here. Thank you for granting me with your time and your space and your presence. Thank you for opening me up.

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Do you ever pass someone on the bus, the shuttle, or the train, and think “what a delight it is to see you again”, though it’s all through energy and it’s only through resonance, thank you for helping me come back home. Back to honesty and back to truth. Back to opening myself up to being the channel and the vessel of my love. Though it may seem that I swim in circles, I know there’s muscle being formed… yet what does my heart scream and call to? Movement and dance and rhythm? My questions always remained: then what comes next, what comes after, what comes after I follow the next best thing? Well, my love, then a new doorway and another pathway opens up. We follow the beat one instant at a time, one moment to the next, it’s not to get too the end, it’s to delight in the unfolding. In the dance s we dance it.

What if the dance hurts and I just want to be done? Then take a break, sit down, drink some water, have a snack and wait for the next wave to pick you up and follow that one home.

And if the next wave never comes? Then float on your back in water, relax under the sun. Play with the fishes. See if you can do a handstand, or climb a tree, allow the boredom to feed your creativity and be what guides you to the very next thing.

Maybe you braid your hair and learn a pure natural talent and delight for intricate hairstyles. Maybe you learn a new way to stack rocks or to play an instrument in a whole new way. Maybe you learn that you are the creator and the source of all creation, or maybe you just lay back and sit down and allow the couch to swallow you whole and that is okay too.

That is okay too.