Many many moons ago if you were to set out looking for me, and if you knew me at all well , you would know which tree in the village had the branches upon which I could lie comfortably.
You would find me, and the presence of the dogs might just make it that much easier.
I am lying on the branch and listening to a song, that a blog friend of mine had played.
It always lead to heart coherence this particular song.
So lying in the tree, night sky above me, heart at peace and at the same time elated.
Nothing could be more perfect than this.
The following day I awaken to an initially cold day.
The electricity goes off. It reminds me that we are in a financial crisis.
The onset of spring and its magnificence had prompted forgetfulness.
How profound to not have a cent to your name and be able to forget about it.
But now I am reminded there is no electricity.
Tao makes a fire outside and sets about cooking a vegetable stew.
I am grateful for this.
I set about boiling a kettle of water.
A watched pot never boils.
And because of this watching I entered eternity.
All sorts of stories arising.
The granny, who is bedridden needs her electric blanket.
The snakes need their heating pads.
Why have I not stepped off the grid already is a huge question.
What am I waiting for.
I go down on my bike to purchase electricity,
I had managed to scrounge some funds together.
Only to get there and stand in a queue with the guys from the squattter camp,
only to be the only one who can't buy.
Have not paid the rates -
cannot get the units.
Give up, give in, surrender.
I drag a mattress onto the lawn under the Ash tree.
Position it so that my face is in the shade and my body in the sun.
And I lie there and I give myself up to the earth.
I am listening to music on an ipod and my eyes are watching the blades of grass
twist, turn, swirl, uncurl, balance, bow, wink, smile.
Lying on the grass, in the shade, feeling nothing but acceptance.
An elderly woman in the village comes outside to me.
I stand up quickly.
I am back in the world.
I hardly know her.
She tells me she thinks I might need some help....
I say no I am fine......
She told me that God does not have eyes or legs or arms or hands
but she does and she was told I need her......
So she comes in like an angel and the next thing
the power is on - food is cooking, and the granny's blanket is on again.
That act of kindness was probably the greatest gift I have ever received.
It touched some space within me that gave birth to such an enormous receptivity.
Tears just flowed and flowed.
Humility has been my companion for a while now.
No car, hitching to town when I need to go.
Putting down the stories and self judgement.
Diving deeper and deeper
into the clear cut realization that all we need
all we really need is
food, water and shelter.
Everything else is really not necessary at ALL
There have been a few times recently where there has been no food on the table.
And yet each time this situation arises
someone comes to the door with a pot of soup
and a loaf of bread.
How beautiful it is to receive.
How enriching it is to allow.
And now it seems that the tide is turning
and the lessons have been learnt
and there is more ease of well being .....
and the whole time in the background
are those who read here
and who journey with me
in different spaces
but in the same dimension
and I say to you
hold on now
we are so lucky to be here now
what looks like hell unfolding
is just a story
So much magnificence.
Do you feel it?
The brilliance of the sun.
The wisdom of the wind.
The power of the grasses.
The truth of our being.