There are moments in my life when something has happened that has caused me to hit a snag and tear. I unravel; the fine knit of my soul ladders, the stitch widens, and I become stretched. The experience is interesting in isolation for what it reveals to me about my soul. It allows me the opportunity to examine hidden depths, to reflect and grow, to understand the edge of my reality, to understand who I am in the rawest form. With time the tear is repaired, and my soul acquires a new more beautiful pattern. Brilliant, I think to myself, the perfect experience. I am ready to move on. The darkness is complete; I prepare for the expansive light.
It's been a whirlwind since returning to NYC.
My dreams are filled with little messages and I wake up knowing that something is happening, somehow I am communicating with my inner self on the dream plane. I struggle to remember the dreams, and often to interpret them. There is an overarching feeling, however, that permeates when I wake up and I trust that something is actually going on.
The move into know has introduced to me a wall within. I sat down this morning and closed my eyes. I went inside to my place, and it was barren. And in that barren-ness I realized: I don't understand, I don't accept that it is my divine right to receive. And so I just sat with that.
The first six days of the abundance meditation occured in conjunction with a healing retreat I was participating in where the focus was ultimately to remember the self. I practiced meditating on abundance during and in between entrainments and generally existed in a semi-trance state moving gently to a heart opening and reconnection with the self.