Mountains rise reaching to the sky but below the eye they touch the heart of our mother. Holding her flesh together like her bones.
The trees reach towards the sun, their roots travelling deep, far and wide, securing it’s magnificence to the surface. Like sinews holding everything in place.
The waters flow from the heavens, permeating deep go replenish under ground streams. Like the blood flowing through our veins.
Thunder booms in the sky while lighting hits the ground with a jolt so strong it can power a car. Like the force of the pump that beats our heart.
The wind blows from all directions, sometimes soft, sometimes hard. Blowing up tyres and sailing boats. Filling our lungs and bringing us life.
Oil comes up from the deepest parts and travels around our mother, clearing, lubricating. Like the blood within our veins.
The grass grows long, or short, dancing in the breeze, like a beacon for passers, absorbing the dew and offering shade. As our hair, connecting us to heaven and earth as a natural antenna and umbrella.
These are but a few of how we are all connected with nature, with each other.
As above so below, as without so within.
What we do to our planet we do to ourselves and vice versa.
Is your body your temple? Or Is the mountain? If you revere only one, then life is out of balance. For without one there is no other.
Take time to observe nature today and see how she is a reflection of you.
What can you change within yourself to change what you see out in the world?
Take action today, tomorrow is not guaranteed.
Throughout my life I have been told that I’m too kind, generous and selfless. Like it’s a bad thing. They say I should think about myself more and be less giving because people take advantage and don’t care about me or help me when they can.
Now this may be true, but, that just shows who they are as people, and is not a reflection on me.
I just give people enough rope to hang themselves with then walk away.
If I have helped someone regardless of how they disrespect or disregard me, my heart is full knowing I did all I could with what I had to work with.
From what I can see in the world today, too many people only help if there is something in it for themselves. They become hardened by all the ungrateful, disrespect from their efforts to lead by example. Or simply are out for all they can get.
How then is the world meant to change? Or as I hear and say all too often, ‘go back to how it used to be’?
We must not become bitter at the unrecognition, the rejection, the disrespect, the lies and false promises. Nor succumb to the feelings of isolation that these people ignite within us.
We must recognize the gift they bring, the awareness of your own inner strength that in spite of others ignorance you have the ability to forgive the wounded child in front of you and love them anyway.
We the way showers may have chosen a difficult path but we must continue to hold the lantern up in the dark, so that others of like mind can find us. If we succumb to the darkness of our ego self then we will be lost forever in the sea of lost souls.
Something to consider…thoughts?
Last week I went back to the UK for my daughters wedding, which was beautiful. ❤
The day before I came back I went on a two hour hike around the countryside & nature reserve where I used to live and walk daily with my dog Loui. I so miss that, I feel so much more connected to nature, to spirit, to me, there.
Walking the land I spent so many years care taking and connecting with really lifted my soul. Visiting with one of my sacred trees and the trees I helped plant at the orchard brought tears to my eyes, and filled my heart with joy to see them flourishing. I visited the bushes and plants that I used to forage from and thanked them for the gifts they bestowed over the years, not just for me and others who gather their bounty but the wildlife they help…
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Sue hits the nail on the head every time. Profound wisdom ❤
Taking a step back often feels like you have somehow failed, but in not stepping back I would be failing myself.
It’s hard this internal knowing, when you have no words to describe what it is you understand. It’s like you have spent years gathering together the various bits and pieces of a giant jigsaw puzzle in your mind. Each piece comes along at various points in your life and you have to juggle them about to see if they fit.
Then all at once you get one piece that slots into place and all the other pieces which you held suddenly now all fit into place. And yet you are still trying to make sense of what it is you are putting together, because we don’t have a picture box lid to understand just what kind of finished picture we are creating.
I felt the jumble of the…
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