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 tree in the backyard. She was contemplating on her 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. There was a sense of separation, weakness, and sadness at home. Oftentimes, I found calmness just sitting still, in silence, in my natural surrounding. The tree granted me quiet strength with its lush and majestic presence. Only the sound of the birds and the wind accompanied me in those 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 memorable insights 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 in my eyes. I even felt the rocks and 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.
The most contemplative time was late afternoon. 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 before sunset. The view was spectacular. It was like a moving rainbow and I was mesmerized. Sometimes 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 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 sustain 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 the Infinite Spark.
So, I AM here, experiencing another aspect of myself, BEing a part of a greater whole, inspired to create a beautiful reality 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. My reality: the color palette I choose to BE.
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…to keep re-membering who I AM.
Gracias, Patsylin 😉