It’s the time of the January new moon, so King tides. The flow is deep, and what’s hidden sleeps and is revealed.
My father passed 53 years ago tomorrow, and each year, I think the wound, the loss, is healed, but then, today, I’m held in soft tears, sweet ones, not salt as memories seep through.
These words of Ram Dass comfort me today, draw me forth.
You are an entity, passing through a life, in which the entire drama is an offering for your awakening.
And there’s Cheri Huber: Continuous awareness of being awareness takes continuous practice.
Today, I woke aware of what judgment does, and I release judgment of myself, and let it flow out with the high tide to reveal the treasures in the low.
Yesterday the light called me to capture photos in my yard. Wind chimes OM and flowers bloom honoring young light.