September is here, slowly guiding us toward the Fall. The days becoming shorter, bringing mystic coziness to our hearts. I love Fall, with its colorful change, spider webs all over the fields, and trees slowly shedding their leaves, getting ready for deep winter sleep.
I am back. After a couple of months of intentional rest, am back to co-create the beauty with the flowers once again. I allowed myself to take some time off, to spend quality time with my family overseas and be fully present for my 7-year-old. I treasure deeply this time spent together, with extra hugs and adventurous trips to the woods.
I've noticed that my Soul confronts some kind of cultural shock each time I get back home from visiting Europe. And I don't refer to people or system here. I mean - Nature. I'm fortunate enough to live in a tiny little house, surrounded by huge old trees and flowers, gardens, and a creek. But when I step out of my yard - I face busy streets, shopping malls, big buildings, and never stopping artificial noises. When jet-lag wakes me up at 3 AM in the morning I dress up and go to my trees. Or lay naked in my little creek, to help my Soul adjust and reconnect with what's around me. I wonder in the parks searching for the tree's shelter so I could get into the balance once again. And Nature never ceases to take me back. I've finally understood that no matter on which side of the Planet the tree grows, it will always hug you back if you open your own heart to receive it.
Nature is my Healer. She knows more about me than anyone else. She witnessed me crying many times, she listened to my confessions and stood patiently while I was screaming my lungs out. She laughed with me when I ran as fast as cheetah after seeing a garden snake on my walking path (it may have been only 5 inches long, but still It Was A Snake!) and taught me silence when my mind was turning to a tornado.
It was the Nature who helped me peel off many layers of my own Ego and get out of the "box" I've been living in for years. And Oh! Ego layers don't peel off that easily. They make you bleed and cry as if peeling a ripe onion as big as a pumpkin! My late Grandmother would use a trick by putting her reading glasses on while cutting the onions! She would still have tears running down her wrinkled cheeks, but mind would be satisfied by her cleverness. Unfortunately, reading glasses didn't help me either (except for seeing more snakes on the roads). I had to peel my shit off for me to find the truth again.
And as funny or bizarre it may sound, we must get out of the "box" only to find the truth laying inside of us! Not in our partner, or teacher, mom or dad, not in the best friend or a good book, not even in a tree or a flying eagle - it is always within us. The others may act as a missing key to cracking up our shell (unfortunately pain is a must ingredient here), but all we need has always been hidden inside.
So today I invite you to choose your freedom. Freedom to co-create your life with the Spirit (or God, or Universe, or whatever you may call it) in a sacred partnership, shedding away the boundaries and banishing the notions of scarcity that have limited your choices.
Today I go back to the gardens and whisper to my flowers once again. I am back. Sparkling with inspiration and dreams, rejuvenated and alive. I shift my focus on reverence and appreciation for the natural gifts that are coming to us now and always.
We're One, after all, connected with an invisible thread, as that spider web in the wild field on an early fall morning.
Bow to a tree today, be humble and shine within, my friend!
With the smile,
Ausra (not a fan of the snakes)
