Cracking Serenity

Cracking Serenity Photo Dean Dampney

A whip bird calls to the rising sun, the air is still, getting warmer every morning.

I’m feeling the serenity, outside, and within (myself).

A client that I from this point forth will refer to alongside all my other ‘clients’ as a friend and a collaborator, is still here in his essence.

The red rose he presented to me upon meeting me at my front door now starting to wilt a little.

The richness and succulence of it’s petals won’t last much longer.

As it goes.

This all changes.

I’ve been feeling a few more variations in my physical, emotional, and spiritual being lately.

I want to know why!

And know that for me, my path will continue to present itself exactly as it needs to for my personal evolution.

Letting go!.

As long as I stay as present as possible.

Allowing my focused attention again within and beyond, to allow my felt intuition to guide me.

All stories of my past, and my heady wanting to script my future finds me stumbling over my own feet, frustrated that I’m not moving forward with the breeze from the north west that’s now touching the leaves of the gumtrees dancing outside.

With the softness of a rose, and steady resolve as I lead one foot firmly in front of the other, i beckon forth the blessings upon this unique path.

My mantras, these practices, are loaded with intentions that we’re aligned in our hearts, and can all find the stillness for our collaborative journeys ascension.

Feeling into the serenity, the peace, we become it.

The whip bird cracks her song again into my awareness that now is that time.