photo by Ruth Renedo
Sometimes, in my morning meditations, Archangel Gabriel comes to visit me. He takes me by the hand and we walk through a field of wildflowers, with Mount Shasta behind them, exactly like this photo. Sometimes we just walk through the flowers and I feel their beauty drifting through my fingers. Sometimes we sit silently together, and I feel his love radiating towards me, as mine radiates towards him.
The moment is beautiful and utterly filled with great peace.
I envision all of us as wildflowers, I certainly see myself as one. I am not a domesticated flower forced to grow in artificial surroundings, perhaps dwarfed in my beauty. I am wild and free, and intend to remain that way.
As spiritual Beings we must be careful not to let our wildness be tamed or our voices truncated, in any way. I sometimes feel that this newly emerging spirituality that we are ascending into faces the danger of (subtly) expecting conformity, like the old style religions used to.
We must remember that without our authentic and true voices, humanity and the Earth weeps. So do our Spirits. We bring our unique voices to the Community as we sing an anthem together. But the community does not have the power to define us.
The moment is beautiful and utterly filled with great peace.
I envision all of us as wildflowers, I certainly see myself as one. I am not a domesticated flower forced to grow in artificial surroundings, perhaps dwarfed in my beauty. I am wild and free, and intend to remain that way.
As spiritual Beings we must be careful not to let our wildness be tamed or our voices truncated, in any way. I sometimes feel that this newly emerging spirituality that we are ascending into faces the danger of (subtly) expecting conformity, like the old style religions used to.
We must remember that without our authentic and true voices, humanity and the Earth weeps. So do our Spirits. We bring our unique voices to the Community as we sing an anthem together. But the community does not have the power to define us.