I am sitting in an oasis, a jewel of a park, willows, lotuses, waterfalls and the ancient sound of music from China being played on a recorder by an old man as he sits in front of a pond.
I feel as though I am in the heart of China herself, and I feel so blessed. Ancient traditions and customs all around me. A woman in a glittering t-shirt, sequins sparkling in the sun as she practices her Tai-Chi, her movements balletic and graceful. A husband and a wife going through rhythmic early morning exercises under a willow tree. Old friends sitting together on a park bench, silently watching the water.
Thoughts of Dragon energy come easily to me here! In the ancient ways, in the serenity of Nature, alive and vibrant and all-embracing. I turn my thoughts to Dragons and to the energy that they represent here on Earth.
I have heard it said that the Dragons are coming back to life. That they swirl amidst the ley lines of the Earth and help her to activate into a new crystalline vibration. They are stirring things up.
For me, Dragons represent our deepest subconscious minds, that vital part of ourselves that we ignore, to our peril. The hidden riches of our subconscious minds, of our ancient souls, are being revealed to us now. Giving us an incredible opportunity to cleanse, heal and become integrated with our Authentic Selves.
The option to ignore the subterranean world of our psyches is no longer possible. We see all around us the outcomes of our decision to either embrace or ignore these whisperings.
As I finish writing this, a little boy of about two years of age comes into the clearing where I sit, accompanied by his mother and grandmother. He carries a stick with him and gives me a big smile, trotting over to my bench. His mother asks my permission for him to write a number on my bench. I say of course and he takes his stick and writes one down, with great vigor and concentration, close to where I am sitting. Then he goes to another bench to do the same thing. His mother tells me that while other children play with toys he takes up his stick and writes numbers in nature. I have heard of other children also eschewing the material to spend their time in Nature perhaps, like this little one, laying down their own grid upon the Earth, like the Dragons.
These are the days of magic: magical children, magical Nature, magical creatures, magical times, all apparent to us when we take the time to slow down, and really See.
I feel as though I am in the heart of China herself, and I feel so blessed. Ancient traditions and customs all around me. A woman in a glittering t-shirt, sequins sparkling in the sun as she practices her Tai-Chi, her movements balletic and graceful. A husband and a wife going through rhythmic early morning exercises under a willow tree. Old friends sitting together on a park bench, silently watching the water.
Thoughts of Dragon energy come easily to me here! In the ancient ways, in the serenity of Nature, alive and vibrant and all-embracing. I turn my thoughts to Dragons and to the energy that they represent here on Earth.
I have heard it said that the Dragons are coming back to life. That they swirl amidst the ley lines of the Earth and help her to activate into a new crystalline vibration. They are stirring things up.
For me, Dragons represent our deepest subconscious minds, that vital part of ourselves that we ignore, to our peril. The hidden riches of our subconscious minds, of our ancient souls, are being revealed to us now. Giving us an incredible opportunity to cleanse, heal and become integrated with our Authentic Selves.
The option to ignore the subterranean world of our psyches is no longer possible. We see all around us the outcomes of our decision to either embrace or ignore these whisperings.
As I finish writing this, a little boy of about two years of age comes into the clearing where I sit, accompanied by his mother and grandmother. He carries a stick with him and gives me a big smile, trotting over to my bench. His mother asks my permission for him to write a number on my bench. I say of course and he takes his stick and writes one down, with great vigor and concentration, close to where I am sitting. Then he goes to another bench to do the same thing. His mother tells me that while other children play with toys he takes up his stick and writes numbers in nature. I have heard of other children also eschewing the material to spend their time in Nature perhaps, like this little one, laying down their own grid upon the Earth, like the Dragons.
These are the days of magic: magical children, magical Nature, magical creatures, magical times, all apparent to us when we take the time to slow down, and really See.