Do you see a shape in the clouds showing us the way. Are the stars making a configuration to lead us homeward. Are the angels singing a song whose notes are beckoning us forward? Is the sun shining light codes to usher us onward. All I can feel is the unknown: the air around my face, the breath that continues to move in and out of my body. The heart that beats in my chest. The personage that continues to need to drink water, eat food and move throughout the space from place to place as something appears to be living in this body vehicle. What is life. Why is it here. Who am I. For what purpose does this life continue. Is it connected or guided by something higher, and if so, why can I not feel this connection. Everyday, I will post a little writing just describing my passage through this void space from the perspective of the one who is inside this body. I am leaving a home that has been home for the last 9 years to go toward something I can barely perceive could be home to live with someone I love very much yet, a relationship that has been fraught with massive pain and turmoil. Something calls us to go to be her family that she never had, to build a new world together in that house of hers, to stitch a patchwork quilt of love and beauty and synergy to resurrect a piece of the darkness together and blossom something new into being, and so we go to midwife this birth, travel across the willamette to lay our heads in a small box of two rooms, bring what belongings we can fit, trying to make sense of the myriad material objects we have collected. Asking God and Goddess to show us the way each day, to make a stitch in our quilt together, each day to guide us into the increase in complexity and harmony that gestates this new being into manifestation. Flower of life beginning from the single circle, progressing to be its destiny. Show us the way. Guide our hands, our footsteps, our hearts, our spirits toward our highest destiny that we may bless ourselves, each other and our beautiful mother Gaia.
