As you all know I am way outside my comfort zone these days by having moved outside the city of Toronto, Canada and become a newbie country gal. This is really pushing my love for adventure as I am having to reorient myself in so many ways that I never expected. For example; in the “country” you have to drive everywhere; in the “country” all you have to listen to is your spouse expound upon fascinating topics regarding the septic bed or lingering resentments about his commute; in the “country” yes folks sometimes you have to take your own garbage to the dump.
This is just the tip of the iceberg, add to above; job opportunities which dried up once I got here, dwindling resources, the highs and lows of menopause and the strange look in my lover’s eye when I peep, “I miss the city”.
Sometimes, oh yes, sometimes a person like myself has to hold her own counsel and live by what she preaches (oppps! I mean, teaches). That’s right, the advice I am constantly giving to everyone else I must start following myself. Or sometimes I need to get out of my own way and listen, observe and be still. Smell the air, take note of the wind’s direction, see myself in my minds eye in the center of those four directions. Walk respectfully into that path of pure potential and thank Creator for allowing me to show up another day.
Like my forefathers and grandmothers before me, I could allow my observations to dictate my actions instead of thinking I know it all. This is where I forgot, “the magic happens”.
Today I was on my early morning walk with Bear the dog, worrying up my head with the usual distractions; my direction and finances. From out of nowhere the horizon spilled 9 turkey vultures gliding on velvet thermals with soundless flight. Patiently rising like ghosts, following the cushions of air they exuded a mood of majesty. As I watched them a great peace swept over me. My worries seemed to dissolve and I understood I need to keep my faith strong. I was reminded I am in the right place, all the time, zero is the starting place and all issues forth from this. Connecting with the peace deep inside me. Isn’t this one of the things I am so on about with others? Its difficult to get things accomplished when one is running around like the proverbial chicken with the head cut off. One just drops dead after a certain point. Best to start at the beginning, where creation pours forth.
Thank you turkey vultures. Even Bear stopped to pay you great birds homage.
Lorraine Hughes © 2012
