Love
Get Up and Be Still in the Beauty of Being, Dear One
So you’re in the gutter. I know it’s so cold, the water flows so quickly, and you’re stuck to the side. The rain torrents of “what if I had fallen this way, or that way instead”? All the recollections of shoulds, coulds and woulds keeping you company.
Your delicate tips ripped by life. You look at yourself and wonder: how you could change so much? How could you wither, while others blow by — so free, so vibrant, so bright? So naturally being in their being while you are not. How did you get here?
For now just be still, dear one.
You look for your home of long ago and see it no where in sight. Nothing is familiar, yet everything still is so familiar.
For now, just be still, dear one.
You long for company besides what ifs, shoulds, coulds and woulds. I understand. You're disconnected and cold and wet and stuck…
Now it's time to get up, dear one.
Get up and be still, dear one. Slowly, slowly, slowly. Wait for the sun to dry every bit of your being with emptyfull hope. Get up one part at a time, and just be still.
Feel the sun, never far away, seep into your cells somedays. The Sun, she will help you continue on your journey. Lean into the flow of the rains that come with your stillness. They will take you beyond this, I promise.
Get up and be still.
Flexibly strong know, please know, one day, your now fragile, lovely colorful self will feel the air lift you up from the sides that hold you.
And the gutter will be nothing but a memory.
You will get up and be still once again.
The wind, your friend. Please remember your friends in the blue sky too, the white puffy clouds, the yellow sun, the green grass.
You will watch it all, from the way of the wind above all of what was before. And faintly remember your home of long ago. Your heart will warm at the thought.
Stillness carries you in love to a new home.
Like once before, not familiar but yet so familiar.
You land exactly where you are meant to be. And now you have company.
Your company is all shades of colors, beauty across the spectrum. You are in awe and think: Did I really once struggle in the gutter!? Now, I am here.
I am here now.
All I needed to do was get up and be still in the beauty of being.
You dance with the wind again. Converse with the blue sky. Laugh with the clouds. Tears of joy given to the yellow Sun. Colors of company surround your heart.
You've gotten up and you are still. Still with your being.
Now sit under the ancient tree with life in your lap. Love in your heart, and boundless compassion for yourself, the journey and all beings.
The ancient tree being you sit under is not the home you once emerged from as a bud from the branches, but it is now home to be still and breathe with the other leaves.
Dear one, whether you are a glorious leaf, or a precious human being —
You are free to be, right here in this moment, with the company of the ancient tree and all that be. With the little leaf and their journey, who also understands how life can feel lonely, stuck on the sides with no home.
Now we're together in our home, now and here — interbeing.
Dear one, you are always home with your heart. And if you ever need a reminder of a miracle, just put your hand to your heart and feel your aliveness of being right here, in the music of your magical heartbeat.
And the little leaf by your side sitting under the ancient tree.
with radical love,
🌈💜
~namaste~