We can not separate our life here on earth from the sacred. It is all sacred. It is all beautiful. It is all worth honoring and giving gratitude for.
Several years ago, as I started to open my heart and began to consciously explore my spiritual path, I started to be able to fly in my dreams. At first I could only fly when being chased and full of terror. I could barely get my feet above my chasers’ heads and feared they would reach up and grab me down.
Standing outside with the trees I start to ponder. I know I am here to somehow help save the world. I know that is part of my journey. But how do you help save the world when you don’t remember what your mission is? When you can’t remember where you came from and who you truly are on a soul level.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about the balance between masculine and feminine energy. When to do, when to be; when to stop and listen to guidance and when to take that guidance and do something with it. And what about those borders and structures? Strict structures, flowing fluid or a combination of both?