What is your breath doing now?
What new parents move house with a 6-week-old baby to a remote area far from family? Besides the pioneers. You can’t see me, but I’m raising my hand. My former husband and I, with our tiny baby, left good city jobs and moved onto 31 acres of forested, mountainous land in Arkansas, miles from the nearest town. We wanted an authentic back-to-the-land experience (and a few chickens).
The potency of our decision didn’t really hit us until we were there for a few weeks. That’s when our well went dry.
This morning I am out for a walk on the land. My aim is to visit the large banyan tree behind our house, a ficus, probably about 30-40 years old. It's wide branches spread and meander, opening to the tropical sunshine and rain. Among the branches of this tree lives a jade vine, strongylodon macrobotrys. The jade vine grows peacefully along the northern face of the tree, intertwining with the branches, doing no harm. In fact, the glossy vine regularly sprouts with the most amazing blue blossoms on flowing purple stems about 3 or 4 feet long. The hundreds of unique blooms are shaped like Aladdin's slippers. I like to think the banyan is happy to have the pretty blooms among her leaves, like flowers in her hair
A review this morning of a post from the Findhorn Foundation in Scotland reminded me of our Beautycard of Joy. The Joy card invites us to breathe into an inner smile to receive the benefit of resetting our energetic vocabulary. To breathe into the smile is to use the natural energy of the Breath and its companion, Focus, to relax into a state where Joy becomes accessible.
The research presented in the Findhorn post details the positive changes that take place in our bodies when we sink in and breathe in and out of our Inner Smile.
The timelines have most definitely split. The time of choosing is upon us. There are two lines of flow happening simultaneously, contrary to our notions of how time operates. In truth time has always operated like this, it just happens beneath our notice. Timelines split and merge and flow and braid together like music from an orchestra. Our brains organize the flows so it seems we are just moving along a single linear dimension, because in a way, we are. This is a paradox: that there are multiple timelines, they braid and split, and we only perceive one time.
Energetic nourishment takes many, many forms. Beauty is a pervasive, readily accessible form of this nourishment. It finds us, sometimes takes us unaware, as it presents a pattern of sound, or color, or birdsong, or sunset, or beach sand. Or faces of loved ones, or faces of strangers. Pervasive beauty inhabits all the corners, secret and known, of our inhabitance. It is and always will be.