True
Meeting
I subscribe to my whirling mind of emotions aligning
to the translucent threads. These strands are numerous, embracing, holding and
forming around me. Within each strand
holds a key note, a sound, a song, a vibration. When plucked it can be played
delicately, feverishly or all spaces in between.
The tones start off softly, I barely recognized
them. Before I make way to the numerous tracks of my mind, I reach deep into
myself and align with allowing myself to meet me.
I observe
myself when I come to such a position. I
notice myself hesitate for a flicker of a moment. I know I shouldn’t be afraid
but I am a little. What will come up? Have I not been meeting myself? I thought
I have been…no there is more.
I am in the present once again and express my intention.
I would like to meet myself. Calmly, I assure myself there is always a new part
of my lens I can look through.
My song is being created not for me but by me. My
created songs are within me. Some are old and some are older than I know. There
are songs of the recent past and present. All of these songs wait for the nod
of my thoughts.
I am at the threshold, I signal. Here it starts, the
river runs and spills over and onto the chords. The sound begins, I hear...
it’s beautiful...I recognize it and become comfortable with this awareness. I
allow the tempo to continue, there is movement from my structure. My container moves and shapes with the songs.
Moving deeper I am able to feel this depth of
awareness as I walk this world. I am traveling outside of my boundaries…no
longer am I comforted by what was.… Knowing what was, I leave it all behind…I
am deep into meeting myself.
I am deep into thought and expression in my essence
of being. Swells of expression are swirling, in one instant rising with the
tide and then moving deep into the caves. The insistent movement echoes off the
smooth well-worn walls of the womb, each layer sounds as it carries the
messages to my core. My senses are bombarded. I struggle, it’s loud. I confess it’s me, it’s me….I am touched
deeply.
Nature is communicating to me… it is so tender…has
it been so long ago since we were together like this? I heard you as I walked out doors, I stopped
and picked up a wounded dragon fly and placed it onto my finger. As I held this
little creature of nature I spoke to it of its beauty and felt the priceless
moment of our meeting.
My heart expanded with emotion, holding me in this
song, bellowing from the highest, the ultimate creation----being in relationship.
The cords are struck, my song is played, I am in this one moment meeting myself
and meeting other.
I gently place my outreached finger next to the shrub
and gently encourage the dragonfly to perch on the leaf. As I look at the
dragonfly I tell him he is so special and beautiful. Knowing just as we have met and shared he will
continue on his journey and meet others.
Another threshold, another meeting, only this time
it’s turbulent….
Connecting deep into the catacombs of my mind, the
still waters are ever ready to greet the new. My most recent activity shows my
suppliant side of meeting the gallows. I
am caught…bringing me to my knees.
I lose myself, giving up, no longer carrying my
notes or song. I recede into blackness
and emptiness. While others carry me in
to the regents of their cacophony of strings, no longer am I connected to my
structure…knowing only what others have tossed me in. I have no truth no
container just whimsical notes. This leads me to an unfortunate destiny...I
spin and spin churning in the waves of chaotic moments…where am I, who am I,
what am I? The meeting or no meeting has my attention.
The journey of seeing and witnessing the strength of
my inner self in these moments meeting in nature highlights for me a crucible
position. The trials that we set for ourselves can be the most sublime or the
most challenging, yet when all is said and done they are both one in the same.
These sojourns have given me ample time to look
deeply at myself, noting the position of my inner strength with the intimate
nature of my heart. I have given myself the opportunity to meet my pain, my
compassion and from this position bursting forth into ecstasy and fulfilling
within me the one true meeting - myself.
Felisha Gold CVP, CPT