Connie - Wow, the beauty and brilliance of this parable/tale/example/experience that you/the woman/the Source had and is now sharing is something I celebrate today. I presume that you've released this on International Women's Day on purpose, but if not, what a tender and delicate green shoot of life this writing is that you're sending up as a flare of goodness in the midst of spring. For it is a real spring this year, not only because the flowers are threatening to bloom, but because I see humans blooming everywhere this year, in greater number than ever, and you are one of them. Thank you for this wonderful story.
Hi Rick. Thank you so much for reading and for your kind words! I did not even know it was International Women's Day. I was definitely inspired to write yesterday though so I suspect a part of me did know. That happens a lot I find. And yes! I so agree there is a mass waking up. If we look away from the light the world is scary as sh*t. But if we look toward the light it is pulsing strong. Yay 😊
It takes heat and pressure to create diamonds, and we've got plenty of heat and pressure right now to work with for anyone aiming for a transformation of heart.
There is something very gentle in this story.. The way such a small moment, a birdhouse, a missing roof, a pair of birds coming and going, becomes a quiet lesson about letting go and watching the mind soften.. Sometimes nature teaches us these things far more patiently than we teach ourselves..
Oh Connie, this. All of this. It brought tears to my eyes and I felt every moment of it. I'm someone who feels everything very, very deeply and sometimes that can mean I see death and suffering where there is only life. And never is this more true than with the birds. Every day, twice a day, through the winter, I've ensured to feed the birds in my garden. And the joy it brings! And also the very notable thought patterns. The loops, the stories that you illustrate so beautifully here. Even the whole, ‘Oh but what if their nest is best placed here than anywhere else?’
✨ And then the exhale of the paragraph beginning with: ‘The woman knew she had to let it go…’ the, “She is the very Vastness where the Indigos arise from.”
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I felt the relief of that exhale in my heart. I feel the relief!
Thank you so, so much for such an exquisite read. I resonated with every last feather of it. 🕊️🪶
Connie - Wow, the beauty and brilliance of this parable/tale/example/experience that you/the woman/the Source had and is now sharing is something I celebrate today. I presume that you've released this on International Women's Day on purpose, but if not, what a tender and delicate green shoot of life this writing is that you're sending up as a flare of goodness in the midst of spring. For it is a real spring this year, not only because the flowers are threatening to bloom, but because I see humans blooming everywhere this year, in greater number than ever, and you are one of them. Thank you for this wonderful story.
Hi Rick. Thank you so much for reading and for your kind words! I did not even know it was International Women's Day. I was definitely inspired to write yesterday though so I suspect a part of me did know. That happens a lot I find. And yes! I so agree there is a mass waking up. If we look away from the light the world is scary as sh*t. But if we look toward the light it is pulsing strong. Yay 😊
It takes heat and pressure to create diamonds, and we've got plenty of heat and pressure right now to work with for anyone aiming for a transformation of heart.
So true! 💚
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There is something very gentle in this story.. The way such a small moment, a birdhouse, a missing roof, a pair of birds coming and going, becomes a quiet lesson about letting go and watching the mind soften.. Sometimes nature teaches us these things far more patiently than we teach ourselves..
Thank you Tatiani! So true 💚
Oh Connie, this. All of this. It brought tears to my eyes and I felt every moment of it. I'm someone who feels everything very, very deeply and sometimes that can mean I see death and suffering where there is only life. And never is this more true than with the birds. Every day, twice a day, through the winter, I've ensured to feed the birds in my garden. And the joy it brings! And also the very notable thought patterns. The loops, the stories that you illustrate so beautifully here. Even the whole, ‘Oh but what if their nest is best placed here than anywhere else?’
✨ And then the exhale of the paragraph beginning with: ‘The woman knew she had to let it go…’ the, “She is the very Vastness where the Indigos arise from.”
✨
I felt the relief of that exhale in my heart. I feel the relief!
Thank you so, so much for such an exquisite read. I resonated with every last feather of it. 🕊️🪶
A tether to freedom, indeed.