I have been so excited. You haven’t seen me much, unless you are on Pinterest or Instagram. I took a break from Facebook to rest my brain a bit and answer a Call from Creator. I kept loosely connected to the grid with the other forms of media to continue my research, but share a little. Immersion. Listening. Integration. Those are definitely three words I would say describe where I have been and I cannot believe it has taken this long to reach a place of reflection and writing combined. Something I am willing to share.
Easter time called for the ressurection of a new year. A time for planting new seeds, for learning, for deciding truly where we needed to be this year. All the planning of the winter months and dreaming was making itself manifest. And in many respects we were wrapping up an old cycle, such as W’s drama class. I was proud to witness my son in a muscial with many hard working homeschoolers from elementary and high school. Now W has entered into Third grade, hence Language Arts and the Old Testament. And I am excited to begin a new cycle with my second son who began First Grade with Grimm’s Fairy Tales. And in my arms I continue to nurture sweet baby as he rounds out at 8 months strong.
So within my immersion has been The fascinating story unfolding. The Old Testament. I feel like I am 9 again. The 9 year change and the battle that goes on within, the separation, the setting apart. The consciousness. I have felt like a new lens has come into place in front of my eyes and my perception is clearer. The Old Covenant. Hebrews. Jewish Festivals. Moses. Abraham. Noah. Babylon. This time I am using different resources than when I was actually nine, but I have also found my self treading the old stones that have led me and now my boys back to my old home church. The church of my childhood. I am seeing this great story with new eyes. Receiving.
G-d called me to Listen. Over and over that is what I have heard. In doing so, G-d has led me back through a couple thousand centuries. I taste the dirt in my mouth. I feel work of The People in my bones. I long to hear the tale, the struggle and the redemption. I feel truly blessed to be guided by The Guide through this time period, so that I better Know myself. And most importantly so that I may take what I have learned and apply it consciously to my life. To live in Grace. To walk in prayer. To sin, but to have compassion for myself and a new understanding.
Waldorf has truly been a blessing in my life. A healing education. A healing agent. I am the bridge for myself, and my children are a new generation within the new paradym. I am finding information far and wide, with no stone unturned. Gnostics, Mystics, the story bible itself, documentaries, movies, curriculum, inner wisdom, combined with an unveiling by Creator Mother Father G-d. I am facing my own evolution. My own shadow and light. I am praying harder than ever, clearer, and more vigorous. I am engaging my will and my body more. I feel an equillibrium that drives the feminine and masculine aspects of myself flowing back and forth. My vehicle is optimal.
The stories are there and they are great. Creation. The Garden of Eden. Archangel Michael and Lucifer. The Tree of Knowledge. Consciousness. Noah and his children and their expansion out to people the different distant lands. Moses. The Old Covenant. The Israelites. Passover. Abraham. The Kings. The Prophets. It is amazing and symbolic. I feel different. I am different. This journey, which I am only in the middle of is still unfolding. I am learning the relation of this story, the times and the different cultures…the cosmic language of our soul. And I take no offense. In fact, the Sacred Feminine invites me to be a healing agent to myself with the waters of forgiveness.
I have read passages to my children. Drawn and colored pictures. We have also taken these stories into our body by singing more. In doing all of this, and in those secret hidden places, much like the depths of the ocean we do not see…bubbles appear and rise containing old behaviors, karma, actions and thinking that I in no way agreed to in the first place. I agree to purification. I agree to love. I agree to breathing in the immense connection of my sacred union and family. I am home.
Nurturing Spirit 