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A time for finishing. Completion. A mini-ending within larger endings, rippling outward to infinity.
I let go and release (real-ease) with grace, wonder and excitement to see what kind of things this clearing away will allow room for in my life.
So often letting go brings sadness and grief. I learn to observe the feelings, allowing them to flow away and dissipate, making room for clarity and peace.
As a song says, "Every new beginning is some other beginning's end." Full circle.
A friend and I have tried to play singing bowls. Neither of us have been able to play them before... none would sing in our hands. We've tried separately, apart, with others in the room. Never would the bowls sing.
Until today.
Friends together in the brilliant sunshine, warm healthy bread, soothing beverages. Friendship. Out came the bowls and within minutes, for the first time ever we each picked up a mallet and were able to play the bowls flawlessly. Amazing.
Deep resonance settling into my belly, my heart, my head. Lovely. Power-full. Enchanting. Other-worldly. Like in a trance, we played the bowls together. What a gift, a healing gift. The dog sat between us as we played, the horses were curious, and deer began to come out of the woods to us.
Lovely.
Sudden downpour. A summer storm pummels raindrops to the ground in a heavy blanket of near-solid water. I stop what I'm doing to simply observe this powerful, amazing force of nature. Listening to the tap-dancing of hail on the skylights and the distant rumblings of thunder in the distance. For a few moments, I am completely in the here and now as this downpour commands my complete attention and awe.
Do I really need a sudden downpour, or any other event, to break my busy-ness and bring my attention into the moment?
I am reminded to take moments throughout my days in peaceful observance of Now. Not doing. Just BEing in the moment. Then I can be still.
Sitting in my loft office, telephones ringing, computers humming, ideas swirling, deadlines looming. Awareness of pressure building. I walk outside.
Into the pasture, wandering amongst the tall grasses. Mind whirring. I breathe in deeply, turning my face to the sunshine. Eyes closed, blissful and soothing. Lovely.
Another deep breath, inhaling the scent of summer meadow. Relaxing. Another breath, the mind slows. Deeper breaths, deeper relaxation.
I sit where I am, almost buried beneath the tall stand of overgrown grasses. Gentle breezes tickle my face with the tips of the grass. Delightful. Nearby the grasses are flattened; a bed where a doe and fawn have been sleeping at night.
I watch the grasses around me. The way they bend in the slight breeze. Eyes focus on each strand, observing the greenness of each blade. A new level of awareness as I catch the tiny movement of bugs on the ground. Almost invisible threads of spider's silk come into my awareness, floating on the currents of warm air, desination unknown.
Eyes focus on the movements of this tiny world, and I am transformed.
Conscious walking, I venture back to my loft office, ready to return to my duties with gentleness.