Elemental

Look to the sky.

Fill your eyes with the bluest of blues and lose your thoughts in the immensity of the air that surrounds you.

Touch the earth.

Root yourself through the fallen leaves, the rocks and the trickling water. Connect with the silent force that holds you, nourishes you and provides, for all.

Feel the fire.

Sense the radiating heat and enjoy the warm, comforting light. Stare deep into it and hear the roar of the passionate flames as they devour and consume everything to silent ashes.

Breathe the wind.

Take inside the pure air that has been to mountains and oceans and deserts and plains. Be nourished by the flow of life it carries and let your dreams soar, carried on the back of its playful gusts.

Be one.

Reach outwards and make a connection. Realize you are a living, breathing, flowing, loving being and celebrate your part in a Circle that is perfect, wholesome and holy.



Do this and you will obtain a reflection that is beautiful, complete and in balance. Do this and you will get a reflection of yourself.

Solitude

There are times on my path when I feel alone, deserted, desolate. It feels like I look around, and find no open ear, open arms or safe haven. I know I’m a ship built for the storms, but there were times in my life when I could always find home and shelter. Now, those days feel far, far away.

There are days of confusion when everything around me is out of sync. Times when what I seem to be saying has no connection to what I think or harbor in my heart. I look at life like a blurry, confusing movie in an unknown language. Clarity escapes me.

Chaos and uncertainty never troubled me excessively, but the loneliness of this feeling of being singled out, left alone, or pushed aside leaves me in a bitter, empty place. And then anger looms around.

I’m left with thoughts of Why. I’m not grateful, positive or happy; I feel I’m being shoved around and dissed. Questioned, judged. Rejected.

I need Nature. Fresh air and green leaves. My True Mother, one that eagerly awaits me every single time to invite me back into oneness. I need sounds of night birds and critters, the crackling of a fire and the blessings of its smoke.

I need my feet on the dirt, the slow tap of my feet’s rhythm resonating in my bones, the cadence of my breathing giving pace to my roaming thoughts. The looks of friends doing the same. The miraculous Connection.

I need my soul to soar again.

Underfoot Musings

I love an open road, full of promises. A trailhead, running under the cover of trees to unknown adventures. A pathway, meandering to secret hideouts, to oases of peace away from the usual turmoil.

I love an empty bench, with its invitation to conversation. A pile of rocks, sitting over a stream that sings its soft watery song on a hot afternoon. A fallen trunk, leaning over the mossy greens, reminding you the importance of contemplation.

I love the roots that twist and turn, linking the Earth to the Sky. The sleepy low plants that stretch under Old Man trees, blending their youth to ancestral wisdom. Mushrooms so clean that sprouted through thick layers of decaying leaves from past seasons.

I love myself when I connect with these thoughts. I love Nature for the treasures she lays before me. I love my body for providing the movement needed for this meditation.

I love the World a little more when I travel it by foot.