I feel as if I have been flowing along on the surface of things, taking care of what needs taking care of in my life, maintaining equilibrium, observing the turmoil in the world, but not leaning into it.
We are at a crossroads, but it isn’t just four possible directions, it is a crossroads of many probable timelines going in many different directions. We need to feel into the timeline that we wish to immerse ourselves in, navigating from our hearts, with our intuition.
Snowshoeing with my dogs recently, I had a deep realization that so much of life is about letting go as situations and circumstances change all the time. Lately I have felt as if I’m wearing a heavy skirt that is weighing me down with energies I have collected throughout my life.
Violet flames of transformation are flowing from the Earth’s core. Flowing up through channels alive with life giving frequencies for Earth. These channels lead to energy centers and sacred sites that once were groves of trees, pools of spring fed waters...
The word Limbic is on my mind. A feeling of floating in limbo – a transitional, border or marginal state. A border between worlds or realities or dimensions. I’ve been in this void place since September.