Rain so plentiful – replenishing all
I have one planetary sensitive cat . . . my dear feline companion, we’ve had quite a journey. Little Miss Scorpio with big Miss Virgo . . . yes, we’ve had some ‘moments’ . . . no use denying. But her loyalty and her love has never faltered . . . she’s accepted me warts and all . . . and continues to love me . . . her presence in my life . . . is no accident. Issues of control and authority. . . not always so easy . . . many sides of myself she magnified for me. And I’m still only learning. . . about her amazing healing abilities.
Planetary sensitive? We have a household full of that . . . when the planets start moving. . . so do we. Took me ages to recognise the basis of her skittish behaviour . . . tearing around the house, no way of settling. From window to window . . . meowing at the door . . .’no, you’re not going out . . . I’m going to bed (and I have the final say!!!). Yes, we have our moments. When she’s so energetically jittery . . . well, honestly, it drives me nuts . . . ‘sit, be quiet . . . get into your bed’ . She knows me enough now . . that she ‘appears’ to behave . . . that is till I’m out of the room . . . she is a Scorpio. . . . after all.
Ahhh the Eclipse . . . it finally dawned . . . that’s why she’s all over the place . . . and not any old Eclipse . . . her very own one . . . in Scorpio. Well now I understand the reason . . . but still she’s had a few nights in the laundry . . . I have to sleep!!!
So even from the laundry I can hear my alarm . . . Snowie calling . . . it’s 4.25am. She’s a bugger . . .
But I’m up . . I’m like a kid at a fair . . . it’s another day . . . and the mornings are my favourite. ‘Cause you can really feel the magick . .. it’s vibration is strong . . . a birthing energy . . . a brand new day. When you think . . . that no moment . . . will ever be repeated . . how do we honour every moment that passes. And it’s not just any moment . . . it comes with Life energy . . . totally full . . . completely original. And we get to experience . . . how many in our Life? No wonder I get excited when a new day arrives.
Out in the morning . . . the most incredible majesty . . . Life is happening . . . all around me. I’m so incredibly fortunate. Today the rain . . . more beautiful rain . . . bringing moisture to parched dry soil . . .filling the reservoirs for times ahead.
A flock of Ibis . . . now another. . . and another . . .now there are many joining together, circling in the sky . . . right in front of me, caught up in the magick. . . .the magick of the morning. Then over the trees . . . to welcome another lover of the morning.
Grey clouds moving from the South . . . heading North . . . sharing their load with others waiting. Trust so important, as we journey along this Life Path . . and understanding that all is provided. Nothing has been left out . . . not one thing omitted.
The glorious kaleidoscope of Loving and Giving. Tears rise, my brain steps back . . . allowing the Heart to relish this wonder. Clouds moving swiftly, they know where they’re heading . . . distributing moisture to dry and parched gardens . . . bringing the sparkle that only moisture can contribute. This Earth is a garden . . .of immense proportions . . . filled with so much Beauty, Love and Kindness. All grow to share, to provide, to shelter. All come forth . . .to offer their wisdom.
The doorway may seem invisible at times . . . the passage between the real and imagined. We’ve become confused with what we think is real .. . in steel and concrete . . . nothing can grow. Yes, all has it’s purpose, when used with awareness . . .providing support and structure . .. to assist us on our journey.
We come into this world small yet so brave . . and with so much wisdom, we carry from before. We venture out . . into this foreign land, protected by Love . . a chord, connected to the real. But as time moves on . . . we forget lots of things, our focus redirected into imaginary worlds.
Brand new yellow/green leaves. . . on the beautiful Paperbark . . .glisten with raindrops, moving gently with the wind. They’re dancing . . .moving to the rhythm. The rhythm of Life . . . can you feel it . . . can you see it? Can you feel Mother Gaia supporting your existence. Can you feel her love . . . such gentle fingers . . . caressing your face . . . as the breath enters your body.
You were given the greatest gift . . available in this entire Universe. You were given Life . . and a home on this precious Earth . . .there is no greater miracle.
I love so deeply, so fully . . . so enchanted . . . by all the Magick . . . that supports my existence. I wish I could really describe . . . in words . . . what it’s like. But even beautiful words . . . have their limitations. But it’s never the words, oh yes, they can be clever . . .but it’s the Heart . . .that directs the hand . . . to find the pen and paper.
And then safely ensconced between thumb and forefinger . . the Heart has the stage . . .and boy is she ready.
Immerse yourself in the magick of your existence . . . you are Loved . . . beyond, beyond, beyond . . . recognition.
A brief visit from the Sun on the fresh new leaves