What Keeps You From Soaring?
Observing the swopping and diving birds over the sea the last few mornings of my recent Mexico visit, I felt into the tenderness of change. When I resist change I feel stuck. When I resist change, I feel discontented. When I resist being the change maker, I complain and long for someone else to fix things for me. Never has she shown up with a magic wand. Always have I eventually been moved to get up and let go, to allow change to overcome me, to flow and be free in what's calling.
At first the following words flowed to me and onto paper in Spanish. I will share just the English version as I am not sure my Spanish is up to par for sharing: Tender my heart In the changing sea I want to soar like the bird Above the town Above the mountain Above the waves Without desiring to be powerful enough to change what I cannot change The sea changes with the phases of the moon I also transform How can I have peace like the bird? Content in the sky With the white and grey clouds Content in a simple home-- A nest of sticks and hair Content with the changes of the wind The winds are changing for me. I am leaning in to letting myself be caught in the shifting breeze. There is so much more to come, and I'll be keeping you informed in my newsletter, on Sundays!