Everything’s different after sitting at the creek. I become part of it, no longer SEPARATE, no longer owned by my ideas for the day, instead—sister to the trees, child of creation itself, like the grasses, the ice, the mud, the broken branches, the talking ravens. What a change of perspectives. My teacher. My ground. My spirit. Sometimes happiness. Sometimes it’s just about sanity. It’s also my place to come when I am hitting bottom, WHEN I REMEMBER. I can lay down and ask-sometimes beg- for help as I hand over all of it to the ground beneath me. I am not alone. In these moments I am not an individual. I just am.
Today, even as I feel groggy from the long nights and work in my office, there is part of me that remains with the creek, with the oneness. This makes my day worth living. IT ALL COMES DOWN TO THIS.
Yes, I have a wonderful job as an artist/coach and Yes I have a loving relationship and so on, but NONE of this is the reason that getting up in the morning REALLY MAKES SENSE. No substitutes possible. Sometimes if I’ve been spending time here regularly I can stand almost anywhere and connect with the nearest tree as if I am again revisiting GOD. In these moments, in the zone, I have my finger on the reset button.
So my prayer of gratitude this year is this:
THANK YOU MOTHER, CREEK, TREES, BRANCHES, DIRT, ANIMALS, ALL OF YOU WHO HAVE BEEN PART OF MY LIFE THIS LAST YEAR, THIS COMING BACK TO ONENESS. THANK YOU FOR TAKING ME IN, LOVING ME UP AND ALWAYS BEING HERE FOR ME.
MAY I FIND YOUR COMPANIONSHIP WHEREVER I GO AND MAY I ALWAYS KNOW MYSELF TO BE PART OF THIS GREATER MYSTERY OF LIFE, A CHILD IN YOUR ARMS.
Julie, Solstice week 2011