After some high wave riding days I find myself able to sit quietly and do some writing. I am sitting in our community shop where I resist the title of owner, instead preferring to feel into my participation as holding the central pole of a tent that's swirling in a vortex. It isn't often easy for it requires a further stripping of out dated identities. It just as Spiritwind has described in her writing, walking simultaneously in two worlds, one that has reached the end of it's epoch and the new one not yet formed. I guess I choose my avatar from some inner knowing so many years ago. The tightrope almost gossamer now, requiring an ever finer more subtle perception to stay upright.
I've met so many incredible people since the trickster side of Spirit slipped me into a rapid stream that now has me in the eye of public scrutiny. My cave-dweller-self still howlers at times, wanting to return to the sanctuary of quiet solitude. I am working though and finding the inner sanctuary is all I need to rest, to feel the peace of the indweller. I am sharing my recent graphic announcing an Open Forum (Oh! how different to stand transparent in person rather than the separation of an on-line presence.) When "i" decided or it was decided for me to come out fully and speak the garnered wisdom of truth it shook me, it still does but less drastically now for surrounding this place called El Árbol de la vida is a growing circle of friends who reflect the light of inner truth. Mostly I feel such a wave of gratitude, which that like Rumi says, has become my cloak.