True-Blue Urban Girl Turned Green!

Something different is happening with me the last few days – just this week... I feel as though I could spend all day outdoors, walking around the parks and green spaces, lie on a blanket and read and write and dream and cruise the skies in my eyes and in my mind, and what I have come to love the most: sit by the water’s edge and just let it go! Let it out! Let it in! and let it be... Somehow the water has become my living altar, and it is there that I make my wishes, offer my prayers and send up gratitude. It is also there I ask the difficult questions that parts of me hate to ask, and with trepidation often, commit to follow the guidance that came with the answers. I think I cannot conceive now of living everyday without touching and being touched so deeply by elemental nature in some way, and that’s a 180˚ of change for me, as anyone who knows me can attest.

Down at the lake this evening I asked if the lake had anything to tell me. It did, but for some reason (I forgot to ask) it had to come through my body. Anyway, what came was that I could write spiritual editorials for local or web publications – maybe I could even call myself a spiritual journalist one day... hmmm

The other message was very succint, and literal: Let the form and the light find you. I will put this on my altar.

And a little poem came to me:

Make a stone altar wherever you go;
on the sidewalk, in the flowerbed,
at the bus stop, after dinner.
Just a heap of pebbles, a few chips of bricks,
Broken bits of concrete, or even shards of glass,
All bodies of the Earth.
And let them be a witness to your wishes,
A memorial to your struggle,
The landmark of your gratitude,
A momento for your journeying soul.
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Now that I’ve got it typed out it seems to tell me that I’m still just navigating near the surface of things, not really diving in – that these are nice sentiments but ultimately not evoking much in the writer nor any potential reader – except the first line...