Don't you cry, little butterfly. When the moon in her fullness lies she will birth all our dreams. ~ Tina Malia
Saturday morning. It's before dawn and the waning moon is still up, illuminating the edges of scattered clouds resting on the hills to the west while Mars sparkles in the clear.
I was told this practice is strong and it is. Like this morning's sky I sense the soft clouds of concealment, and also have a sense of vision so clear it's almost painful, like skin scrubbed with strong soap.
Concealment and revelation - along with creation, maintenance and destruction - are the five acts of Siva. I'm appreciating the softness of those clouds right now - the Grace in the play of Life.
Who in their right mind would step up to the truth of who we Are? Breathtaking!
The past many days have been full. I've managed to practice every day, taking notes (and just now fleshing them out). Hit late Friday afternoon, like a kid who'd been tumbling down a long hill - exhilerated and a bit dizzy. Talking with a friend after work, I tried to express a sliver of the shift I'm experiencing, and that still seemed like too much.
I'm not complaining. It's actually amusing, when I'm not worried about my sanity. It's pretty cool to experience this new way to align with the Divine. Just need to learn how to flow with it. Looking forward to catching my breath this weekend.
Evening update: Good deep asana practice this morning, and mediation this afternoon, with a nap and restful walk in the woods in between. Perfect.
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