The floors in the house are cold under my feet and the sun is barely emerging from a pre daylight savings time dawn. I pad through a dark house with my furry four legged buddy. As I slide the back door open to let Sparky out a surprisingly warm blast of air softly greets us putting both our noses on alert for opportunity. Groggy brains become active with the promise of an Indian Summer day so impossible this close to November. "Beach run" ..my heart sings as Sparky bolts after a squirrel. It is so warm out it warrants celebration.
Five minutes later I am pulling on yoga clothes, brushing my teeth and sweeping my hair into a ponytail. Work can wait till late morning today...I have to go worship the earth and feed my soul first. I grab a hard boiled egg from the fridge, pour a couple of inches of orange juice in an almost full bottle of water and breakfast in hand jump in my sports car for field 5 at the beach....it is a top down day...wow!
Driving across the causeway bridge I'm greeted by a rosy sun coming up over the water. Neil Young's voice croons over the growl of the sleek beasts engine and I feel freedom take me "there". To the place where the earth and sky welcome me home with a loving embrace, Mother Earth and Father Sun. The wind is light with the sweet clarity of an angel's breath that blows away the noise in my head. I taste gratitude so sweet I can't imagine anyone wanting to detach from life, go into a depression or not enjoy this world. I'm so lucky !
As Neil sings the familiar lines, I wonder if this highway is the bridge that takes me searching for my heart for gold. I always find a shiny coin or two tucked away here behind my heart on the beach, by the lighthouse. In the softness behind my tough scars, there is always something new growing. When my fingers absorb the textures of earth, I find and ground my own textures. I feel the center of my rough, tumbled and softly tendered heart of gold and I find peace with who I am. I am drawn to natures beauty, its certainty, it's strength and stability as I too am the earth and nature. We are one.
I slide the car into a parking spot and burst free as I start my slow trot over the sand. The waves are gorgeous, white with froth and glistening with flashes of intuition. It seems as though the waters know much more than I do, holding secrets in their mysterious depths. Surf casters huddle together telling fish stories and drinking coffee as their rods are stuck upright in the sand, lines cast, waiting for the innocent bite of instinct to engage a battle for life. It is curiously odd to me the way the men love and respect the beach and the waters yet kill other creations. I only observe and say good morning. I feel their energy as I pass and they are excited, energized, joyful in "sport" and it is nice. I realize they are a tribe, a slice of local life connected by a party at the beach with its own guest list.
My heels kick up sand as my lighthouse beckons me in the distance. It's beam is a magnet calling me forward. It's light illuminates my path and my beach and suddenly things seem heightened. I am more aware and I know something is coming. Spirit is sending a message, tossing me a bright coin from my heart of gold. It lands on my crown as I remember something...I hear my Shaman Al' s voice teaching me.. "When you are in nature look around without blinking...see.. truly see what is around you like through a camera lens". I do a panorama shot with my "lenses". I take in blue sky, brown dunes, magnificent ocean and I jog backwards a bit to look back at the fisherman engaged in their little coffee klatch party . It's all so beautiful... Unbelievably so...
And there it is ...I cash my coin....I realize it's all a party...this thing we call life. I'm at a party right now with myself and Spirit and the earth and sky. All across the world there are parties going on. Life. Some of us are at happy parties, some at sad parties, some are at a love party, some in a grief party, some at a huge raucous party overindulging in stuff, some are at a pity party and some are at a dark party for one isolated in their caves. Some of us are at a party of sickness, or death or growth or birth or detachment or connection. Our life at any given moment is about who and what we invite to our party. Our party ... our life. ...our times...our choices. Our guest list.
I veer to my left across the dunes towards the massive black and white striped beacon and ironically I jog past a sign that commands "Stay on the Path" as my thoughts awaken me. I softly chuckle as I pass yet another sign with an arrow that simply says "PATH" ...ok Spirit I guess that was in case I missed the first one....haha...
I'm happy this morning at my party, my only guests are an open heart and God. I'm complete energy now, pumping life blood on my morning run, prana, my body pulsates with life under the deep blue sky, as a big yellow sun rains the last warm rays of Indian summer on me like candy from a piñata. It is so sweet and unexpectedly beautiful to unwrap! I'm happy in my solitude , breathing the salt air and feeling my feet hit the dense earth grounding my body, mind and spirit. It's a party for one on the path of inspiration to my beautiful light house, whose incandescent bulb shines below Spirits eternal orb illuminating my dark as I seek my truth. It is all here in my church under the sky where I "see the light".
This morning I am able to see ....Ultimately it's about the guest list! Who we've invited to our life party and who we choose to share and witness the party of our life that determines who we are and how we grow. I am envying a flock of geese over head and their ability to fly. I look down and pass a half dead evergreen and I spy pine cones on the branches. New life from barren. Yes even when we go dormant during those dark parties, when we are in our caves...it's about the "guest list" ...our choice...do we invite hopelessness and despair or call up sunlight and gratitude and ask them to stop by. Do we reach out for a trusted friend or bury our head in the pillow.
Just as this all comes together in my mind I'm feeling a bit winded and I stop to rest at a particularly brown area where a sign boldly screams at me.."This area closed for Dune and Habitat Recovery"! It is an eye opener, a moment of awareness for me. I see a dead log laying in a pool of water where new growth has started to birth. It is a reminder of the times I have thrown myself a detachment party and drowned in isolation. There were times I spent checking out of life and into the abyss a bit too long. Taking what I thought was protective independence too far, breaking my own heart before someone else could. There was a time I could easily enjoy dinner for two by myself. That wasn't such a good choice but rather a rigid guest list sourced by fear. Fear often isolates us.
It's ok to close the party once in awhile, to go inside drag the rock in front of the cave and reflect. We need recovery sometimes to lick our wounds, get over the "shocks" and see our truth. It only becomes wasteful when we stay there. Wallowing in the heartbreak of isolation separating ourselves from God and each other, denying strong parts of ourselves and not sharing our gifts is destructive. I have discovered we are here to embrace and connect. This log shows me renewal comes sometimes even when hope is lost.
I hit the path again and cross over the Burma Rd with the sun reaching towards the day and my feet in flight. I move past a " one way" street sign and the affirmation is not lost on me....there is only one way to find happiness and that is to love, to share joy, comfort, wisdom and "open" by dropping judgment, to give freely of ourselves. I say a silent prayer for all the people living in fear afraid to surrender. May you find the courage to cross fear off your guest list and invite love to your party I whisper silently . I send violet healing light and love to the world as I finish my run in silence taking in the beauty around me.
When I finally walk to the car I am tired but energized too. I slide into the driver's seat and with a bittersweet turn of the wheel I head towards home. The engine growls to life as I hit the accelerator and cruise down Ocean Parkway. Eyes on the road I casually glance up ahead of me in the sky and see a couple of hundred geese flying in V formation. As I get closer and closer the guest list for this party in the sky gets bigger as more birds keep joining the outer wing of the V. They start to cover the sky like peaceful fighter jets on a commemorative flight. The V is huge now and the wind is filled with honking encouragement as I catch up to it. In the open car I am now dead center of the V cruising along flying in the sky inside the geese formation. I am flying with the geese! I am like Icarus soaring towards the sun on a clear blue sky!
Spirit is showing me the ultimate gift of connection. Just as geese fly together lifting each other higher taking turns at the front ...we humans contribute to each other's flight. Connecting as we share love and giving of ourselves to make each other stronger and provide the thrust to move forward, fly higher and reach for our higher good.
The symbolism Spirit has sent me is amazing and I can't deny the message. What better way to show me the importance of our "guest list" It is the "V" that we source our life from and it's form creates the thrust of who we are and what we are becoming. Everything changes based on who we invite to our precious party of life. It's amazing what can be accomplished when your guest list is filled with the right people and things. Honor your life create a "V" that helps you take flight and ascend! Pay attention to the every day messages Spirit gives us.
Postscript.. After this beautiful experience when I finally got home and walked into my bedroom to shower the clock was at 11:11......thank you Spirit. Below are some photos of this morning.
Spiritual Healer, Energetic Medium
This Blog is the story of the miracles, challenges and lessons of my life journey. Years ago when I hit a personal "rock bottom" my despair led me to seek answers and my quest for truth began. Amazing events propelled me on a spiritual journey of transformation.. Miraculously, through these experiences my life has become my teacher and my friend.... I hope my words connect us and allow us to walk together for a time as teacher and friend to each other. The most valuable thing we have during this human experience is our connection to love. The love in our soul for a higher power and others is the only thing that is real. I honor these connections through my writing. Theses words are my gift inspired through the heart of Spirit for you. I hope by sharing my journey it will enlighten, inspire and ease yours as it does mine >> ... Peace... Georgia Rose