Try this out. Let go of everything around you. Let go of everything in you. Let go of the body. Let go of space. Let go of time. Just hang out in Noplace Notime. Aaah . . . what a treat!
Here the Cosmos is wide open. If we like, we could indeed begin to harvest all we physically/psychically/energetically planted months ago in the ground of our lives. But reality turns on a lot less than a dime these days—no telling if what we chose back then is what our world needs now. Out here in the Field every moment is an opening for birthing brand new stories. Out here there are Great Goddesses joyriding on waves of infinite potential, just waiting for us to join them in ecstatic co-creation. Set your intention and fly with it out of the Void to the shore of Realization.
Lughnasadh is a Holy Day of protecting and rechoosing what it is we will ultimately harvest. Nothing is set in stone. Everything is up for our most outrageous imaginations.
Miriam Dyak © Mother Tongue Ink 2015
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