In the wee hours earlier this week, an image of a lioness standing by the edge of a pine forest came to me. We looked intently at each other and I felt filled with a pleasant calm. I mentally asked her if there is anything I should know. She conveyed the message that I should spend more time out in nature.
A Brief Inner Vision
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What a lovely and powerful moment. To gaze into the eyes of a wild creature and be offered a gift of wisdom. I wonder how you will choose to follow lioness’s advice?
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In a fairly immediate way, I took a long walk with my husband in Manchester up to Singing Beach about four days after this inner vision occurred. Also, I did further journeying with the lioness, as you may recall. I have since done it a little bit more with her, in brief moments. I hope to continue to journey with her.
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Here’s a Mary Oliver poem you (and your guide) might like 🙂
MESSENGER
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird —
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
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So beautiful! Much appreciated, Jazz.
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