As I mentioned in my last post, I’m feeling that the worst of the sickness has passed. I was going about our day and took a pause to rest for a few minutes. Suddenly – how can I say this without sounding plastic? – yet, simply, fully, the sacred is here. I’m pretty sure most of you know what I mean.
When I still felt sick last night, I had prayed in a different way than lately, which has mostly been about being thankful for so many blessings. But last night, I was brought to a place where I prayed for help, in whatever form it would take. But I prayed for help. I forgot about my prayer this morning, although I certainly noticed I was feeling better.
And in laying down for a rest, in the stop, there entered the mystical quality of presence that we are occasionally graced with. In an instant, I remember and see, how deeply sacred this specific rainforest farm is: The experiences I’ve shared with Jose and his group, even when I met them before I met the rainforest farm, were truly a calling. The depth of the experience of the divine, God, Oneness, whatever term you use – for me, I felt an obligation to respond to such a direct, undeniable call from something higher than myself. The sacred is everywhere, because our universe is soaking in itself, full of its God-ness. For whatever reason, I was called to this specific group, this sacred rainforest, this journey.
It’s hard to ask for help. And help comes in any number of ways, not necessarily what we would want, or expect, or think we need. I don’t know what I thought I was asking for last night, specifically. But the grace given now, is all I could ask for. The inner certainty of – even though it cannot be formulated in words – our family making this move, to jump out of our lives and move to this farm – the inner certainty that this is fully meant to be, is with me in my heart.
The river is more than sound right now. The gentle green movement, the crickets song, the doves call, the creak of wood from a house – we are held, as one, in a sacred open-ended breath. And I can surmise, since I’ve been here and back before, that I’ll find my awareness taken away into something trite and meaningless again. That’s okay. At least on my path, that seems to be part of the pattern. The sacred will remain here, patient in its waiting, for me to notice again. And yes, I will. I will notice you again. And you will give grace, in revealing your sacredness.
And for the moment, yes, I am grateful to be enveloped in oneness with all that is here. Including you, whoever you are reading these words. As always, whether in a sacred space or not, I truly wish everyone peace, love, happiness, health, safety and goodness. And that means everyone. xoxo