This morning we got up early so we could see the sandhill cranes as the sun was rising. It was cold, about 34 degrees so everything was covered in frost. It was such a deeply sacred experience for this city girl. There is something about being up close with nature that connects me to the wild in me. There is something about being up close in nature that reminds me that nature is synonymous with the soul.
I could feel myself being poured into, being restored for what is mine to do in the world. I am learning the difference between rest and restoration. I have long been good at resting but restoration requires more of me. I have gotten clearer as the work that I am called to do has deepened, that I can’t hold space for a bunch of people and then think that I can get on a plane and fly home the next day. It’s too much. The speed in which we require ourselves to move from one thing to another is often quite violent. It’s a lot to hold a group in a deep dive with an open heart and fierce boundaries and then to deal with the harsh energy of an airport.
This morning I not only got to be with cranes but there was also swans, doing their swan dance and geese flying overhead, and ducks skimming the water, and an eagle to usher us into the day. A piece of the spiritual medicine of birds is the message of freedom.
Later in the day we got to hike trails along a natural spring next to a farm. This farm is a place that holds space for BIPOC people to live in intentional community. This is a space where they are growing food, raising pigs and cows and steeped in ceremony. They were planning for an upcoming Jewish ritual centered around harvest time.
All of this today called me back into myself. Tomorrow I go to the airport and get on another plane to head to Colorado for some work. I am grateful or what is to come and grateful that I took time beforehand or some restoration .
I am grateful for my time with my soul friend and the reminder of the medicine that real peership has to offer.
Quanita
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