I arrived at the page today with a desire to make language out of the various emotions and stories filling me up at this time. As it stands, my life is a garden that I am starting to see bloom in a way that I never have before. There is a sense of balance coming in between the layers of the soil sheltering the seeds that have been planted along my journey and the sky from which the water and the light that nourishes them comes.
I hesitate to describe it as a balance being restored because truly, I have never felt this before. Long ago, before this body and this lifetime, before the illusions of separation affected my spirit and my psyche, this balance did occur. So I suppose I can describe it as restoration because it is the return to that part of my nature that has made this possible in this space // time.
Earlier this week, I mused a bit about how this time in my life is presenting opportunities for me to embody who I have always been, and at the same time, there is so much about myself and my life that is still unfolding. So much that I don’t know yet. And while there is some anxiety, and some trepidation, overwhelmingly, there is an underlying faith holding me up. This faith is working in tandem with The Creator, my ancestors, the water spirits, my loved ones, and the multiversal energies that are aligning.
I can’t totally see the next stages of my path, but I can sense them. My steps are ordered; there is a design that I’m carrying out while simultaneously creating it. The desire for normalcy is pretty much gone - everything I was socialized to see as normal, I now see through and recognize as falsehood and exploitation dressed up and called by the name ‘culture’. And so while I am still filled with desires and goals, I truly see my plate as full. Where there is a lack of material resources, guidance, and nourishment seep over from my mental and spiritual gardens.
The part of my Self that is always sure sits at the center of my spiritual team, my guides, master teachers, and my council of elders. The Balance in The Garden is the manifestation of this congregation. This chapter of my story, this part of the path I am currently walking…It requires a lot of self-possession. Confidence. Risk-taking. And integration.
I move through this part of the garden, appreciating what is blossoming while grieving and honoring what has had to die for more life to come forth. Praying for the strength and the courage to continue believing in my capabilities as a vessel for the wisdom, beauty, and authenticity I’m here to deliver.
This New Moon transit is pulling me through a portal of self-actualization. I’m tasked with reminding myself that I have always been whole, even when I felt broken. And that I need to take my joy as seriously as I take my responsibilities. What a surreal place to be.
What does your spiritual landscape feel like right now? What does it look and sound like, internally and externally? If you feel called to, meditate on that today, as you start your week.
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Peace ✌🏿
I have to think about my spiritual landscape.