The State of Self

A water nymph or a wood nymph? A title is not her being, nor is her being a title. She seems to be bound to two worlds. On bended knees her moss laden legs stretch and dig into the river, her roots grounding her beneath the riverbed. Yet, she bears the mark of the forest upon the etched bark of her back. Whether or not she is claimed by both water and earth, she dances with the wind. Her arms reach skyward to the sun which shines upon her. She knows she can never be contained, for it is her freedom to be a part of it all…and she rises.

As humans it is within our nature to define or confine ourselves or others to titles or labels by occupations, talents, traits, or relationships. With the ending or changing of careers or relationships these titles modify. One may experience a sense of loss or perhaps of freedom, thus an alteration of power.

One experiences many changes in a lifetime. As one reflects on the past, she may find she has faced change kicking and screaming and other times jumping in with both feet. Other changes may have been gradual and graceful. Has there been a time of upheaval in your life that in retrospect proved to be beneficial? Have the use of lables and titles in your life been both negative and positive? What strength do you find within yourself to guide you along the journey of change? From your lifetime of experience is there a piece of advice you wish you could have imparted to your younger self?

The Sun Within

When man turns back to himself-to his own star system within and focuses on his sun, restoration occurs within himself. When the multitudes do this, restoration occurs externally on a larger scale. When one walks along the shoreline and watches the sun set or rise, he reaches out. Though he cannot physically touch it, he takes that sensation, the beauty and energy, into himself. Those who may not be engaged in that inner process will be affected by those who are and be led to his sun. There will be some unaffected or who choose not to engage within. They are not to be judged. For this occurrence to them will come in their own timing. One is only accountable to himself. He has no responsibility to the response of others. He need only know his own light and allow it to shine where it may. As he lights his own path through the darkness, it’s as if man creates the day. Things not before obvious become visible as shadows are removed and things are seen for what they are. Many will begin to awaken upon their own internal quest. When we say you are here to help your brother see the truth, we mean by finding your own in turn helps him find his. For when we are truth seekers, we become light bearers. We are ignited by the flame within. We begin to see clearly and those among divergent paths also catch glimpses of this light, sparks to ignite their own flame. The path does not end when one ignites his flames…for when he begins to see, the path opens to many more. All lead home, but the path one chooses, if he chooses with his heart, is the most rewarding. As there are thorns along the stem to reach the rose, such is this path. These pricks are pivotal stopping points of great growth/learning in which one often realizes only in retrospect. If one regards each of these points as a bud, when he reaches that rose he will realize he has an entire field of lovely, fragrant wildflowers as well. As a flower is beautiful to the eye and fragrant to the nose and enjoyed in many ways by the senses, as is such as the journey of light which is the internal version of the external journey of life.