Friday, February 28, 2014

Sending Strength

This picture is of the Northern Lights, off my back porch, in Columbia Missouri. February 5th 2014. 11 pm. Strength from the source.

You ever have one of those nights that you think is going to be a normal type of thing and it ends up being full of transformational drama.  Well I had one recently.  I was getting together with some lady friends, as I tend to do about once a week.  I had not seen any of these particular ladies in a while, some for weeks and some for months.  We were excited to hang out and enjoy each other's stories and lives.  

By the end of the evening one would reveal a major health trauma, one get faint, one would get drama dropped in her life unannounced and one would reveal a secrete so painful it would trump the lot.  Was it exhausting and draining and traumatic? Was it wonderful and bonding and revealing?  Yes and yes.  

For privacy and sense of kinship to my sisters of another mother, I will not go into the details but for the following tails:  

There was a bird that was strong and lean and muscular. She had strength and youth and joy.  She liked to jump and fly.  One time she jumped a little too high and flew a little too close to other birds and she clipped her wing. She did not think it serious and discounted the injury. She saw the marks on her body.  Knew there were concerns.  This was her body to take on her journey.  She wondered how her body would progress and wondered if she could keep flying so high and jumping for the sky. 

There once was a flower.  A flower with a passion and a dream.  A flower that worked so hard to build her world. She wanted grow strong, always facing the sun, planting strong roots.  She turned towards the sun.  Breathed deep of the soil. Drank of the wind.  Her very survival required her to pull the bees and bugs to her.  She worked so hard she did not have time to focus in and take care of her stem and roots.  After a time she bowed under the pressure of the wind and wondered if she had the strength to achieve her goals.  

There was one dog.  A dog that loved it's pack often beyond what she should.  She would make sure all the families had water and food.  Some times the dog would care too much, maybe even work too hard to keep everyone safe and happy and close.  She would get drawn into drama through habit and loyalty to those she had known through time, always seeing the good in them even when it was questionable. Yet, some times, some times the most generous of dogs can get bitten by circumstance when they are caught unaware.

There was one star.  She could look through space at time as it changed.  Watching bright stars as they changed, exploding into galaxies.  She could see a star close to her.  One she had known a long time.  The star was moving towards explosion and she knew that the explosion would surely rock her foundation and world.  She could not stop the hands of time, or the progress of the heavens.  She watched into space as time unfolded.  

As you can imagine I was rather blown away by the experience. So the following day I did yoga and thought how to help the star, and dog, and flower and bird.  I had talked to some family and friends about some of the tails and what stuck was to visualize the situations in their possible good conclusion and send that out to the people.  However, for some of these stories there was no clear good answer.  No fairy god mother or magic wand that would fix these situations.  

So as I did yoga what came to me was the concept of strength. What ever comes for the star, or dog, or flower or bird they will all need strength.  Strength to go through what they must and to make it to the other side of their challenges.  If they all send strength to each other the chances are much better together then apart, and maybe they will all make their way through the labyrinth.  

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