A Blessing from the Trees. On listening beyond. And being strong.

It’s 7:30 in the morning and this is the first time in a long time I have been able to go out of the house first thing in the morning and it is a wondrous blessing. I am standing in my favorite spot. The sun is coming up. It’s Spring and the leaves are growing on the trees, the blossoms are shining on the branches and the birds are singing.

When I come into the forest I am always able to shift my energy back into a clear flow of joy. It is easy to bump up against frustration and struggle in the process of growing and creating a new and bigger vision. How do we say what we do? How do you take a stand? How do you be brave, come out of hiding dare to be seen and trust yourself? All of these questions I still bump into and emotions can take me down. So I come into the forest to lift myself back up. That is what I want to do for you.

A Blessing from the Trees

In the ever alive stillness of the moment there is wonder.

In the silence in which you stand you hear the sounds of the city in the distance, the birds singing, the water trickling, the leaves rustling and your own heart singing.

You hear the breath of being.

You hear an opening.

Yes listen a little bit more, a little wider, deeper, beyond the first thing that you hear.

Listen beyond the first thing you hear in your head that says oh no you can’t, you won’t, don’t.

All of those don’ts and won’ts and can’ts come and take you by the hand and lead you into their small, constricted, dark, gray world of tight constricted hopelessness.

Oh yes they are always working to do their job.

But without them you would not know of the glory of the colors and the lights and the smiles and the singing and the joy of the universe.

It is their description and their expression of the dark, gray tightness of being that allows you to become free and to breathe in the glory of what is around you.

Look up dear ones, look up.

Have the gray monsters grabbed a hold of your mind or your heart or your body?

Oh it happens.

But they are not very strong and they are not brave.

No they are not brave.

They are thin and frail and wimpy.

Oh yes they are wimpy.

You are strong like a tree, like a forest, like the wind in the sky, like the air and the sun.

The beauty of the the flower that blossoms through the sidewalk.

This is you.

You are not the thin, gray, slimy, cold fear that once wrapped itself around you.

Oh no, this is not who you are.

You are light and joy and wonder and courage and fierce determination to light up the world with your gifts.

Oh you are love and light and joy and beauty and you are shining.

Tell those little gray monsters that you have a sword of light in your heart, in your hand and you are going to zap them into light.

Oh yes zap them with your sword of golden light so that they may be returned to the light.

Now shine your light.

Feel that you can lift your energy up and out of the drag and the pull that grabs hold of you.

Without this drag and pull you would not be glorious.

Humans grow when you must push against the old.

You do not grow when all stays the same.

This is not your way.

Get up.

Play bigger.

See father.

Jump higher.

Sing louder .

Oh yes be glorious.

Do not hide.

This is not your way.

Do not play small.

Do not play it safe.

This is not going to light up your being.

We trees are routed yet we have leaves and branches that dance in the wind.

Find your roots.

Find your branches.

Find your dance, your song, your joy and let yourself sing your soul into being.

Let your words find their place.

Let them come out onto the page, out into the world.

Let yourself be the story that you have come here to be.

You are story beings.

This is who you are, what you do and it is glorious and beautiful.

Tell your story.

Live your purpose.

Be a light and know that you are here in the right place, in the right moment and you can do it.

This is our cheering you on through the being who receives these messages and she will take you up and out of that gray place.

She knows it well.

Oh yes she does.

And she knows the way out.

Yes she does.

And so does your soul.

Your soul light can lift you up.

Your story will open the way for you to shine your light and to see the path illuminated before you.

This is a glorious journey.

May your way be blessed.