Here I am! I have arrived. I am a butterfly being, bursting beautifully into bloom. I have busted, boom. I have left the cocoon, I am into the light, I am searing in the rays of the outer world, the metamorphosis is complete. The heavens are open. I invite all divine rain, all divine opportunity. I awaken to the infinite energy that I am, that we are, that is all around us. I know what to do. I am doing the work. Thank you angels. From the ashes, phoenixes rose. From the embers, fire strove. From the darkness, light was sewed. I am renewed, I am reborn, I am not the woman you may have known.
Who am I now? Time has taken me for a soldier. My world has been spun, respun, and my life looks radically different to how it looked six weeks ago. I am aching to tell the story, aching for time to sit and write and read. I have begun my witchcraftery, my gardening of the soul, I have begun to put my orders into the universe, and now we wait to see what returns. I am open, and yet the void is silenced. The void is quiet, while all is manic around me. While the stillness permeates to the core of my being, I am entranced by the magic world I have found myself in. A vortex of smiles. Positive imagery. A coven of African Gods, Australian Wizards and me, Witches, the keeper of my coven.
“There are times when people need stories more than they need nourishment, because the stories feed something deeper than the needs of the body.” Charles DeLint, The Onion Girl
I am aching to ground down into this heavenly earth, to ground down and focus on telling my stories. What the soul needs now, however, is organization, restructuring, healing, releasing, understanding, integrating. So very much has happened in the last six weeks. I am not quite who you knew me to be! The great big doors have been flung open! What can I do with these wings! As I walk intuitively, following the guidance that has led me so assuredly towards my highest destiny (“I invoke the manifestation of my highest destiny”) I am reminded of the great boons and bounties I’ve stumbled upon while I am following my innermost heart voice. Call it what you will: intuition, God, Great Spirit, the little voices, the conscience, angels, guides; I know you know where to find that voice. I know you’re aware of it, and if not, on some deeply embedded level of your soul, perhaps something is being massaged, contemplated. Have you listened to that energy, yet? Have you paid attention to your higher self’s yearnings?
I can’t say I’m one thing or another thing. I can’t say I am this type of writer or another. I am willing to learn everything. “I am” and “I am not” – I am everything, and I am nothing. Everything is sacred, and nothing is sacred. I have been scared too, I have stumbled and tripped (usually when I’m going down the ‘wrong’ path) and I have skipped and mumbled. I have run and hopped and danced down paths. There are however, no paths unfitting to our growth. There are no shadows left which don’t benefit us with their exploration. We can explore all of it. Personally, I find the light most enriching. Like a green leaf or a flower, it is the suns rays that soak into me and grow me the most. Purple or pine, marigold or vine, I am a living breathing being born from this earth, and it is the light, the sun, the energy from above that feeds me the most. Yes, drink from the well and the cup, drink from the atmosphere and the roots reach deep. Shadows cool the skin, and yet the sun’s light is bright, the sun’s light is sight.
Where do we go from here? With nourishment, we grow, and now I have emerged from my chrysalis shell, I am exploring the limits of this new realm I have found myself living within. I am not looking to be captured. Perhaps this is the key, that now one is flying, one must alight upon whichever flowering bloom appeals the most? Suckle from the nectar of each, and we find the most beauty as we fly. Do not tire yourself. Go only as far as is necessary, and rest. See what you find. Seek who is there. Leave behind the ground. We don’t need to writhe in the mud anymore. It’s not necessary to dismantle or diminish your soul for the benefit of others. Be who you are. Be the being you know yourself to be, elementally. We don’t have long. A lifetime is not enough. You have gifts to give and loving to make. Get what you want. Create your own paths, your own labyrinth. Have your center be gold. Always love. Always kindness. Always bold. Heaven is here. And time? And soul? And space?
“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.” Henry Van Dyke