Each day knowingly or not, we take a journey. A journey as mysterious as the Tarot Fool’s, as challenging as Christ’s wandering in the desert, as unknowable as Buddha sitting beneath the Bodhi Tree and as mundane as a trip to the supermarket.
The journey is into our Heart’s truth, the uncovering of our Soul’s song.
Mine today was a walk by the shore, filled with the colours blue, white, silver and a tumbled patchwork of wild flowers. I had no timescale, nothing to hurry home for and I let my heart and the wind direct me.
And what deep and wondrous paths I walked. Kindness and joy within the people I met along the way. Breathtaking beauty in the flight of seabirds, a trip back in time to geological events as I walked out on the floor of the Firth of Forth, laid bare by the tide.
And shot through it all like a silver shimmer, I felt my soul’s presence in a vast experience which lifted me soaring into multi-stranded timelines.
As a child my parents gave me a supreme gift. They allowed me to roam free in the nature I craved, never asking where I’d been all day, never pressuring me into having someone share the adventures. They must have worried as I climbed the sea cliffs, staying out in storms for hours, returning wind-harried and wild. Or perhaps they knew I was always watched over by Angels.
I think even then I realised how important the freedom to star-gaze, sit up a tree swaying to the wind, experiencing the sparkle of snow in the woods; was to my soul. And it laid the structure of my life. A fierce knowledge that life was rich and big and immersive.
For the last few years I’ve been experiencing ever more vivid encounters. At first I thought them merely memories of the red velvet of an autumn leaf, the sunlit river near my home, the moment I bit into the tangy sweet apple, snapshots from my past. But as they grew in intensity and became more real than what was happening in my current life, I asked what was going on. Was I escaping life by taking up residence in the past?
Gradually the answer unfolded. All the events of my memories took place because they were holographically reflecting my soul’s signature.
The indefinable joy I experienced at the flash of a dew drop, the upsurge of freedom from standing on a headland buffeted by winds straight from the north, the purity of a moment when a question was answered; these ARE my soul.
My sovereign soul patterned in joy, freedom, love, adventure, curiosity. My journey through my life is always striving to balance my Heart’s truth.
Am I allowing my Soul song to echo out clear, unfettered and thrillingly present or am I clouding it in cobwebs with compromises, unnecessary struggle and heartbreaking separation?
So my challenge is this … can we be brave enough to make each journey fully conscious and encompassing?
Can we blow the dust from our lives and let our Soul Light shine out, illuminating every timeline, dimension and aspect of us until we hold beyond doubt, the sacred knowledge that our Soul is who we are.
Love in all the dimensions
Susan x
Totally in love with your optimism and *decision* to be joyous here! I all too easily forget that joy takes a certain amount of effort.