A sharp wind from the north mingles menacingly with what’s left of the summer air. It feels like fall. As with anything ending I feel a bit sad but shoulder seasons are my favorite.
Transition and change come in blankets of heavy wisdom and if you line up with its subtle shifts you can feel all of life dancing in the few weeks before winter. Death, re-birth and transformation all taking place before, around and within us.
I realize too as the seasons change that our time here in Summerland is coming to an end. Our feet on the edge of a crater sized hole in front of us. We have been searching for a slice of sacred land but at this point we haven’t found it. Our 2 year rental agreement is coming to a close in April however, so we have to face this oncoming change. Parts of me inspired by the mystery others trying to hold on and resist.
I am painting the vision that everything will play out perfectly, rich with synchronicity. Our waiting is done. Our safe spot perched on the hill was the perfect nest to welcome our new baby, but is now outgrown.
Our land waits for us somewhere, with our very names etched into its stones. We will find it. It will come. And just as the clock feels it will run out an entire world will open before us. And we will be reminded again of the splendid dance that takes place when you step into the unknown.
If you look back you can trace the thread of magic through your life. You begin to see the universe knows no other way. It presents reality after reality for us to walk toward. Sometimes playing with us, asking how much of ourselves are willing to take what we have been asking for…
Even in all this uncertainty, I love life, in a fervent kind of way. I think I love it more now than I ever have. And it feels like champagne bubbles and star lit nights. It feels like heaven itself has opened in front of me and shown me what I was unable to see before.
To the mystery, to the great unknown, to seeing in the dark!