If all had gone as planned, I would have been attending an out-of-town event this weekend that I had felt strongly led to attend. My medical situation forced me to cancel, and so there's that interesting moment where you wonder...why did I feel so called to sign up, only to have to cancel? Usually when faced with a fork in the road, it feels like an active choice...should I take road A or road B? You stand at the crossroads, scratching your head, thinking about the relative merits of the two paths, and then make a decision and hope you have made the best one.
But sometimes the Universe makes that choice for you. I personally never think that it's an "accident", althoughI know some people do...in this case, I feel sure that the enforced quieter time was for a reason, both to sink into the joy of taking pictures of these auras that I have started to share with you, and perhaps to personify the "Great Void", the place from which the Great Mother creates.
Hmmm...that phrase I just used. "Sink into joy." Most of us think of joy as a higher energy, something to aspire to, rise up and feel from a higher place. So why did I say this? I guess I'm increasingly feeling connected to the energies deep in the earth, and deep within myself, and recognize that to fully inhabit such a beautiful emotion means spreading both down and up, out and in. I have felt short moments of unexpected joy this week, which considering everything (particularly our world and national situations) is surprising. But I think it's a case of, when I was a child, Love and not-Love were completely tangled up, but now that I'm older, I clearly see the difference, and I don't feel any desire whatsoever to inhabit or focus on the space of not-Love. My world vibrates at a certain energy, and whenever there are forks in the road, may I choose the path closest to that vibration.
