Grounding and flowing

Surrendering, listening and receiving this river of thoughts, feelings and images locating fertile ground in my body, gates open: nectar begins to fill, flow and overflow. I become this river discovering secret abodes within my being. What is this force writing, flowing, searching, moving, finding and mending the scattered pieces of my heart into one big complex tapestry? What is so lovely about revealing the woven threads of past experience threaded onto my skin? Word by word, the final work holds the pieces of the dream together.

Lost passions are flowing through me once again, anchored in the earth. The same force that  comes and flows through my writing wants to flow through the earth. I want to roll over in the belly of the Earth and feel the mud, intoxicated with the first signs of spring.

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

~Margaret Atwood

Let’s restore ‘dirt’ to its archetypal true nature and life giving essence! Let’s rejoice in the Earth, Mother and giver of life! How close do we come to Her? Is She luring you in?

I used to love mud as a child, fresh earth in my fingers. I loved its scent, texture, color and malleable form. Earth is finding its way back into my dreams now. My hands are craving intimate contact with the Earth and its  power to nourish, express, shelter and surrender its body as the stage for our unfolding.

I am yearning for my elemental beginnings, for things simple but full of soul, heart, and body. What did you love as a child? Do you remember? Going back to what made us sing when we first experienced the world has the power to unlock many mysteries. Have a beautiful journey!

Grounding and flowing,

Marjory

Thanks Julie for your beautiful post that confirmed yet again how connected we are.

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