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Hello Beautiful, Hello Spring
It’s awfully good to see you. Darling I’ve missed you.
Spring (noun): the season after winter and before summer, in which vegetation begins to appear ( …think of flower popping here; uncurling, unfurling; vulnerable and bright, all its winter layers now a heap of discarded unnecessity. And see too that the shell of that seedling sprung, of that life-burst-open-in-radiant-glory now rots… withers and returns to mother earth. See the beauty of decay… think of the life it brought, the life birthed in love).
There are some things, that require sunlight to heal, to mend. And be it the sunlight from our sun above, or the sunlight from our hearts within… it’s on the rise. The sun is coming up, the sun is rising! Dear one, look with your eyes and feel with your eyes of knowing from within. Light. It’s everywhere. A glittering breath upon you… rise up. Let light carry you. Be prepared to untie from your fears, be prepared to beam through the kaleidoscope of all you’ve yet to dream. The moment is like a diamond at the edge… at the top of a most beautiful precipice it waits… like the bear deep in slumber and nudged from within as the eve of spring descends… to awake; from it’s hibernating state it is ready to be lifted. The moment upon you is ready to be recognized. The moment upon you darling human, darling friend, is ready for your gaze to land upon its inner existence and to roll… down the face of that most beautiful precipice into an earthy existence of such unspeakable splendor. Will you tip, over the edge… the sparkling sphere of that precious gem? Will you hold the child within, and whisper to them do not look, leap… Say to them do not be afraid. Say to them darling trust your wings.
Close your eyes….
Say to them…. You are made of light.
And watch that diamond of divinity roll. And watch that starling of majesty fly. And feel the heart swell… the era of your discarded chrysalis has begun.
Viruses do not like sunlight. The breath of darkness cannot inhale where light makes itself known.
Stories untold, mysteries unsolved… so is believed. But I know one thing with absolute certainty... the dawning of a new spring is upon us, is upon us all. Is upon every human.
I see a virus, I see an agent of illness and destruction, and of fear… and I raise you a human heart.
Be well. And do, in this time of unfolding possibility, in this time of world-wide crisis, as you know, do as you are designed. You will be guided. You are being nudged. And rest assured, that upon that leap… from cocooned to a metamorphosis of unmatched magnificence you will ascend. The dawning of a new dream is upon us. Look to the light. Feel love’s warmth. And bloom. It’s time.
For the next chapter is titled Spring, and it will be the telling of a great awakening, the telling of your great arrival as an entity made new… the telling of your great transformation. And I cannot wait to read of that happening, I cannot wait to behold your petals of thinking made luminous, of your sight made true, of your blooming in action.
I love you.