Life is but a dream…

It doesn’t always feel that way.

But when these sweet, tender nuggets of magic come around I want to steep myself in them.

The lessons of the light are just as valuable as the lessons of the dark.

Like honey, like the perfect cup of tea, like a beautiful flower, a butterfly, a flowing creek, a breeze whispering sweet wisdom into my ear.

I don’t always hear it.

In the moments that I am present, slow, grounded, connected, open;

these moments feel like ecstasy.

A dip in the ocean at just the perfect temperature.

Sun kissed,

floating in the water,

I glimpse up and there is the moon.

Directly above me.

It’s heaven.

Receiving the nurturing spirit and the nourishment from the sun, the moon, the ocean.

Father, Mother, Womb.

It is here, that I Remember.

I Remember who I am.

My essence.

My spirit.

My conexión.

My sacred duty.

And it is here that I promise to hold this sacred duty, this sacred responsibility, gently.

With love, with compassion, with the utmost respect.

Knowing that although I carry it with me always,

it is within me

a part of me

it is me;

I am not always conscious of this.

The great forgetting is mighty and comes often.

But it is the wind who’s always whispering, “Remember my darling, Remember”

And each time we hear her,

each time we allow ourselves

to receive her wisdom, love, and guidance

She welcomes us home

with open arms

and a warm meal on the table.

Welcome home my love.