I was searching for something; something outside of myself.
So, I went outside.
As I approached the river, she sang to me in a voice so clear and so pure. Her melody was unpredictable as it flowed, but exactly what it needed to be; with clarity expressing everything flowing through her. “It’s ok to let go… to trust and to flow.”
Thank you sister river.
I turned to my brother, a strong and sturdy Aspen standing there; firmly rooted yet flowing gently and easefully in the mountain air. He was not alone. He was surrounded by his brothers and sisters; firmly rooted into one another; cultivating life and growth from a source so sacred and unseen. “It’s ok to bend and necessary to do so in order to not break”
Thank you brother tree.
I lifted my gaze and saw them there: Mother Mountain and Father Sky. There was no separation as they merged into one another. There was no horizon; blending together as if water and paint. I listened, they said nothing. No words were necessary. I felt them as they held one another and every other particle of energy in that moment, as they were me.
I was searching for something; something outside of myself.
And by going outside, I went in.