From belonging to belonging
I feel like life is living through us. Our body/being is the vessel for unfoldings that come from deep springs within.
It feels so much better than living from our head, deciding, choosing, determining, and “making things happen.” Life is coming from the bottom, not the top. It’s flowing through. We’re becoming more invisible all the time.
Today we’re joyfully, calmly bringing forth what is within us — out flows the website www.deepmagicgroup.com. I had to edit the last sentence to articulate the feeling of how it rises up and manifests itself without effort. I started writing, “As we work on,” but that wasn’t accurate. There’s no “working” or “doing,” it’s — unfolding. Discovering and allowing to arise.
I feel patient and spacious, not rushed or stressed. I feel supported by life.
I feel deeply committed to following this feeling, allowing it to deepen, and forming an alliance with it. This energy IS Self-energy. It’s the Tao, the universe unfolding as and through us.
I feel more sure of myself. I feel that this way has its own inner confirmation of rightness — it FEELS right. It FEELS.
As Daemonic on Twitter recently posted, it is a “felt shift” in my body that confirms I am in alignment with myself and the universe.
I feel the antenna of my consciousness growing stronger, able to hold more resonance, able to reach out and connect to those who are on the same frequency, and also more lovingly clear that MY specific resonance, this energy, is NOT a match for everyone and that’s okay!
I feel more at peace with simply being as I am, with the faith that those who resonate are my people, and those who do not resonate are the people of other tribes, other communities, in a world of literally millions upon millions of communities.
We are all doing our best to find our way home, to discover deep within ourselves OUR frequency, and then to stop seeking, stop looking, STOP, and simply receive the gift of who we are.
As we settle into a deep, rich self-acceptance and self-knowing, all the striving to be Cinderella’s step-sisters who cram big toes into a glass shoe that doesn’t fit — all that effort to FIT in, instead of FINDING out where we deeply belong — all that misguided contortion and self-betrayal can magically dissolve away.
Beech trees rise tall in forests of other papery-barked beeches; maples gurgle and flow with sugar inside, among the rich sap of their brethren maples; pines soar up, up, up goaded on by their peers, merrily throwing off pine-cones for hundreds of yards around. Every tree has its tree-brothers and sisters, and an oak is not diminished because it can’t ‘fit in’ with the elms.
May we all be deeply nourished by the knowledge of who we are.
May we give ourselves permission to know the difference between where we merely fit in, and where we truly belong.
May we move from love to love, from belonging to belonging, into arms that welcome and celebrate us as we move throughout our days.
—p