Just Stand Still

Fuerteventura!

Ancient Isle of good fortune. And fierce winds.

Fitting that this is where I find myself. Christmas Day 2017. Small piece of volcanic rock preventing the pages of this book from fluttering hysterically.

Beating sun, whipping wind competing for my body temperature.

 

Fitting, but of course, no accident.

She sent for me.

 

And long before I could see the sequence of stepping stones; perfectly synchronized, accurately timed, never-by-chance events and incidents that led me here.

The ocean beckoned, the wind whispered. And I heard her loud and clear.

It’s only now, aware of the abrasive sand ridding me of the skin I am due to shed, that I understand why.

 

Breathing, cleansing, absorbing, expressing.

The salty air is laced with a taste I am blessed to be familiar with.

 

I’ve been here before. Not this beach nor even this island. But here.

Where demons dance, shadows reveal themselves and Little Steph, the me still bearing the weight of unresolved, undiscovered pain, begins to feel the shift.

 

Each chapter in your life will require an ascended version of you. So here we are.

 

Tentatively treading an imaginary tightrope. Though the feels feel real.

Tremors! Tension! Tears!!

 

But I am without trepidation. Because I know this place.

 

I’m familiar with the force that bought me here.

 

She winks at me from the ocean and dances in my hair.

And if there’s one thing she’s taught me, it’s that resistance is futile.

 

Surrender I must.

 

I thank her for the looking glasses. The prisms in which the light splits and true colours are exposed in all their glory.

 

Even though it often hurts, to see the truth. To have it sear straight into ones soul, eyes prised wide. Nowhere to hide.

I’m lucky enough to know what’s on the other side of the inferno.

 

She’s taught me that much.

 

So I thank her for the looking glasses in all their forms.

The people, the places. Anonymous faces. I see myself in them all.

 

And even when the reflections hurt, when my pain is uncovered and exposed, for the salt to wash my wounds I am grateful!

 

That’s the thing about darkness. Once exposed it disappears.

 

And I, every chakra in my being, am designed to be a vessel of light.

 

So I’ll stand strong on the uneven terrain and I’ll let her shake me and take me and make me the way that she will.

And I will just stand still.

 

Breathing, cleansing, absorbing, expressing.

 

The roll of the tide relentless as the beat of my heart.

A push, pull on both.

 

None of natures navigational signs have gone unnoticed by me. Indeed I’ve followed them faithfully since she first stirred my soul. As though they were the only thing I know to be true. Often they are.

 

They speak my language.

 

Which is an enormous comfort, in a world often foreign to me.

 

And so it is that I, cradled in soft sands blown in from Northern Africa and to the sounds of dancing palm leaves am able to recognise this place.

 

To know where I am.

And more; why I’m here.

 

Into the furnace we go!

Adios Amigo!

No room for ego.

 

It is time once again to shed the layers that no longer serve us.

To offer them to the wind!

The fears, like shackles on the mind.

The pain, like armour on the heart.

 

A half moon smiling in agreement, she knows.

The sacrifice is upon us.

 

It’s time to let. go.

 

So I’ll let her shake me and take me and make me the way that she will.

And I will just stand still.

 

 

 

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Frozen & Still

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Things to remember:

Life is always in motion. Even when all seems frozen still.
And even when consumed by dense grey clouds; the sun continues to shine.

If we’re lucky we respond to the whispers to “look up” just in time to witness the beautiful moments that life presents us with.

We try to capture it, preserve it somehow. As though we already know it’s value. As though we already sense the longing we’ll have for it, once it passes us by and the moment has gone.
Because beauty deserves to be preserved, embraced, adored! Who knows when the next beautiful moment is going to appear?

And what if that moment was the last one..? And so snap we do. Instagrammed moments of ecstasy. To share the beauty with others, to let it swell and take us all in its presence.
Except the magic of the moment, even with a filter, is almost always diminished once beauty is transferred from the souls eyes to a small screen.

Still, the intention is there. To bear witness to as many beautiful moments in our lives as possible, and to share the beauty back out there with the world.
Truth is, of course, that the best moment; the most beautiful, that fill us with joy and peace and love and contentment… is this moment. Right now.
And there is always beauty to be found in the now.

 

Let us not be tempted to cling to the moments of the past, not to live in the abstract pool of memories, nor in the fear of an unknown future.
But instead let’s be here now. Soak it all up in this moment.
Because tomorrow the canvas will inevitably be altered.
And there’ll be a new beauty to behold. ❤

#LifeLessons #NatureKnows #Beauty #AsAboveSoBelow

Metamorphisis

“You’ve changed,” they say.
And I want to laugh.
As though I could have done anything but?
As though I could withstand an inferno and emerge unaltered…?

“You’ve changed,” they say. But it isn’t a compliment.

They didn’t expect it. They didn’t see it coming. And now it’s here; political, passionate, vegetarian 👀 in all its unfamiliarity. They’re not sure they like what they see.

“You’ve changed,” they say. Sour and sorrowful.
And I want to whisper… “Look Closer.” It’s the same light I came in with. It’s been here all along. I’m sad that you didn’t see it before. I’m sad that I didn’t show you.

“You’ve changed,” they say.
And I want to cry.

Because life is change and people grow. And if we’re lucky we get to grow into ourselves. And they don’t need to tell me. I can feel myself continuously shifting shape. I AM changing.

Yet this was always who I was and who I was destined to be…🔥

“You’ve changed,” they say.
Oh I do hope so… After all is that not the nature of the game?

 

#OutHereOnMyOwn #Evolution #Ascension #Awakening #SpiritualDevelopment #Misunderstood #LifeLessons #Perception #Unseen #Transition #AlwaysComesDownToLoveVersusFear #ChooseLove ❤✌🌍