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The Deer Trail…
Posted on January 12, 2014 by Visionkeeper
After a rare day of 50 degrees in January and a drenching night of continual downpours, almost all of the snow has gone. Just a few white patches remain here and there, especially noticeable a narrow, winding, deer trail through the underbrush of young Pussy Willows sprouting up all over. Once carefully concealed by summer growth, it now stands out like a well-lit runway at night. One can see now where they go when nobody is watching. Nature has revealed their well-kept secret and exposed their life to me.
Seeing that deer trail for some reason triggered off some distant emotions within me, enough for me to take notice and write about it. It left me with a strange, haunting feeling that has been swirling around me for quite some time now. It is a feeling without words, it has no vocabulary. So much of everything I am encountering lately has no vocabulary and it has been frustrating trying to explain my feelings. I am feeling mostly ‘a floating through my life’ going on. It’s as if my feet have left the ground leaving me untethered and aimless. I almost no longer feel whole, like small pieces of me lay scattered about, exposed here and there on unfamiliar soil. I’d like to gather all the pieces up again and return to wholeness but there are no instructions as to how to accomplish this feat. It’s as if I don’t know where or how to begin to make these repairs. Everything seems foreign to me for now.
I have felt an isolation recently from being alone. It is not a feeling that saddens me, much like loneliness, but rather I almost feel as if I have no meaning right now, a nothingness that prevails. There is no one around to witness my existence. Life feels like it is rushing by me like water rushing around a rock in the river, rather than flowing through me. I want life to flow through me again, I do not wish to live an unlived life. I know somehow that I must be patient, that this is nothing more than my shifting between dimensions and not being anchored in any one in particular. It can be unsettling at times but if I keep my awareness on the fact the whole world is shifting right now and I am by no means alone in how I feel, I am calmed by that thought. Sooner or later I will land on my two feet again in some new dimension. It may take some getting used to, but everything is always as it is meant to be. I think we are changing so much more than we realize and it is only moments such as this that shines a light on what is taking place. Welcome to the new world.
Blessings to all,
Visionkeeper
Thanks to: http://oneworldrising.wordpress.com
Posted on January 12, 2014 by Visionkeeper
After a rare day of 50 degrees in January and a drenching night of continual downpours, almost all of the snow has gone. Just a few white patches remain here and there, especially noticeable a narrow, winding, deer trail through the underbrush of young Pussy Willows sprouting up all over. Once carefully concealed by summer growth, it now stands out like a well-lit runway at night. One can see now where they go when nobody is watching. Nature has revealed their well-kept secret and exposed their life to me.
Seeing that deer trail for some reason triggered off some distant emotions within me, enough for me to take notice and write about it. It left me with a strange, haunting feeling that has been swirling around me for quite some time now. It is a feeling without words, it has no vocabulary. So much of everything I am encountering lately has no vocabulary and it has been frustrating trying to explain my feelings. I am feeling mostly ‘a floating through my life’ going on. It’s as if my feet have left the ground leaving me untethered and aimless. I almost no longer feel whole, like small pieces of me lay scattered about, exposed here and there on unfamiliar soil. I’d like to gather all the pieces up again and return to wholeness but there are no instructions as to how to accomplish this feat. It’s as if I don’t know where or how to begin to make these repairs. Everything seems foreign to me for now.
I have felt an isolation recently from being alone. It is not a feeling that saddens me, much like loneliness, but rather I almost feel as if I have no meaning right now, a nothingness that prevails. There is no one around to witness my existence. Life feels like it is rushing by me like water rushing around a rock in the river, rather than flowing through me. I want life to flow through me again, I do not wish to live an unlived life. I know somehow that I must be patient, that this is nothing more than my shifting between dimensions and not being anchored in any one in particular. It can be unsettling at times but if I keep my awareness on the fact the whole world is shifting right now and I am by no means alone in how I feel, I am calmed by that thought. Sooner or later I will land on my two feet again in some new dimension. It may take some getting used to, but everything is always as it is meant to be. I think we are changing so much more than we realize and it is only moments such as this that shines a light on what is taking place. Welcome to the new world.
Blessings to all,
Visionkeeper
Thanks to: http://oneworldrising.wordpress.com
