Healing . . . a powerful journey

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

lotsa luv

marilynxxxx