There’s this thing, that happens all the time but that I notice, particularly each year in late February, she said.
It’s a kind of “stirring” under the earth that I feel in my heart; in that space between one beat and another.
At night it finds its way into my dreams like a spotlight, illuminating dusty corners of memory.
And during the day I hear it walking, right behind me, trying to catch up – and sometimes I can even feel its hand on my shoulder!
It’s a strange thing!, she said, when knowing rises wordlessly from the earth.
When truth finds its way into your dreams and puts its hand, warm and comforting, on your shoulder – as if you were old friends! Reminding you of all you’ve ever learned about who you really are and where you come from. About what’s necessary.
And what’s possible.
It’s a strange and wonderful thing, she said, when that which is most true about life holds you close. And at the same time – sets you free!”
And all of this makes me wonder, how do you come to know what you you know, about why you are here?