Hello fellow readers!
Day one of my Reading the Signs June challenge started early as planned, but after less than four hours sleep, so that was tough. Thankfully, the sun streaming through the windows gave me the energy to keep going. If it had been a dull day I might have faltered.
As I mentioned in Chat section I pulled the Emperor card from my very first Tarot deck as a touchstone for the day’s events.
I interpreted it as a reminder to be at ease with my authority in certain spheres. From where does stress emerge much of the time? From feeling inadequate, and often with little reason. We invent it and accept it as valid.
Later on I stopped myself from getting into a tizzy by remembering the card and its ‘you got this’ vibes
Later on, while walking in the woods I had a lot of words sloshing around in my brain. What I tend to do is keep repeating them and editing them, but there is always the fear that I will forget a particular phase or sentence I like. You switch attention, listen to songs, or a podcast, and the magic ebbs out.
In the past I would have simply recorded some thoughts, or hand typed a note in my phone, but today I opened up a word document, dictated what was on my mind and watched the words appear on my screen.
Then I was able to continue the walk, unburdened. It’s hard to continue observing and connecting to the world when commentary is bubbling through your mind.
This is what I wrote (with some light editing):
The surprise of uninterrupted skies.
Driving into town on an errand I became aware of a niggling strangeness. Eventually, despite the tint of my sunglasses, I realised there was something awry with the sky: there wasn't a single cloud visible.
Above, it was a solid, endless blue. Bumping along a narrow country road, up an incline, it felt as if I could simply fly up into it. When you live in an Atlantic realm it is rare to observe the firmament without any cover.
The limitless potential promised in this expanse caused my spirit to soar in response. Then I considered how it would feel to live constantly with the uncensored star beaming upon me, and I realised that after a period the monotony of cloudy skies would be replaced by the monotony of blue skies.
It is only from having the dreary days of winter that summer is so welcomed.
Later, under cool shade of the trees, I thought how the wind stirring their leaf-heavy branches sounded like rushing water, and I thought about how that volume of air above me was a massive ocean, and how my breath, and the trees’ breath, moved and mingled between us and eventually swirled around the globe.
So my breath, their breath and your breath is connected. What a marvellous community of breath we share.
Walking under the stately arboreal giants, I recalled the emperor and the innate nobility of trees. Their wisdom, their slow regard and the generosity of the community they provide for birds, insects and the vast mycelium network underneath.
Later, two trucks passed me, ferrying lumber.
Even in repose, stripped of all attire, their majesty remained intact.
What a beautiful, inspiring piece and experience. "So my breath, their breath and your breath is connected." - Absolutely yes!