A new solar return has just passed and I still feel the way that little girl felt when she was sitting on the steep patio steps, pondering in front of her favorite avocado tree in the backyard. She was contemplating on life, on all that had passed, and on all that would be.
That girl was an introvert version of me experiencing something transcendental. At my young age, I had a fervent awareness that life was about to take a significant turn. Family conditions were uneasy at that time. There was a sense of separation, weakness, and sadness in my home. Oftentimes, I found calmness just sitting still, in silence, in my natural surrounding. The tree granted me quiet strength with its lush, protective, and majestic presence. Only the sound of the birds and the wind accompanied me in those untroubled moments, and that was good.
Many times sitting in front of that old tree, I had a peculiar vision. It is still one of my most unforgettable insights I’ve ever had, of a very high, snowy mountain peak. That image was captivating. I felt the crisp air all over my head, the bright blue sky shining intensely in my eyes. I even felt the rocks and cold soft snow on my hands. I had never experienced cold weather and snow before so that was different. I never spoke about it, until now.
My most contemplative time was during late afternoon. Every once in a while, a flock of multi-colored birds would fly by and rest on the tree. The birds were not the common tropical parrots or peacocks I saw around. Those birds were exotic, shiny, and usually came right before sunset. It was a spectacular scene, like a moving rainbow. I was mesmerized. There were times I thought I was dreaming and I laughed. It was in those still moments when I felt optimistic. I was only nine years old then; yet, the feeling of that vision remains so very present in my mind and in my heart.
I am now in my golden 40’s and the visions and dreams are even more intriguing, fascinating, and fill me with Hope. These experiences are integrations and astral travels that connect me with other expressions of mySELF, in multiple dimensions. It’s Transcendence wheeled by Spirit, ignited by Infinite Spark.
So now I AM here, experiencing another aspect of myself, BEing a part of a greater whole, inspired to create a beautiful PRESENT for mySELF. It’s like a breath of fresh air. Yes. It’s that simple. Life IS a creative breath.
I AM a breathing work of art. My life is the canvas and my reality is the color palette I choose to BE.
ESPAVO.
Patsy
P.S. My nine year-old self is sitting here, cracking up at this “a-ha!” moment. She’s super-energetic and excited for giving me the push to keep going, to keep trusting on the stillness of breath…helping me remember who I really AM.
Gracias Patsylin 😉
