With winter approaching, and with the beautifully mild autumn here in Minnesota, I’ve been spending as much time as I can outdoors soaking it all in before my hibernation.
Recently, in a local park, I was standing at a bridge admiring the view and had a unique experience. I believe it was a dimensional shift in my awareness.
In the distance, I noticed a huge oak leaf as it fell and, with such grace, floated down into the creek. The oak leaves there are huge – larger than an adult hand. This one was cupped almost resembling a boat. It was as if I tuned into the essence of the leaf, or maybe the tree as it released the leaf. It felt like a suspension of time and the only thing that mattered was to witness its descent. It felt sacred, pure and utterly peaceful.
More of that Please.
The last challenge for me since my traumatic brain injury (TBI) last year has been to write – to capture a thought and actually be able to convert it into written words. This blog came, was “downloaded” and felt like my writings did pre-injury. I’d like to believe it has something to do with my feline companion, Ginger. Her gift to me. Gratitude.
A few years ago I was involved in an organization that came up with an entire list of line items of dos and don’ts in having and creating a sacred space. The notion is absurd. Indeed, I found it extremely offensive. One item on the list was no pets.
That was enraging to me, because my practice was in my home and my Healer Kitty was very much a part of each appointment. Some clients she greeted, left while in session and returned when we were done. She knew when to return and clean up the energetic debris. Other clients she literally had to touch them in their broken state. Some clients asked where...