Today, July 29th, is the day my Dad was born, 99 years ago.
I wonder what he would say if he were here. He was always such a tower of strength throughout his life. I’ve no doubt he would have been helping others through this time with that strength of his.
What came to me this morning was this - focus on your strengths right now, focus on what makes you feel strong, what gives you strength and makes you feel whole. As Abraham (via Esther Hicks) would say “calibrate” - calibrate to the strength that lies in your own soul and how it expresses itself through you.
For me, the things that calibrate for me right now are horses and the woods. I am making friends with a herd of ponies I found near me and I go and sit with them. They ask nothing of me except perhaps a gentle scratch on their nose and just to breathe with them for a while. Each day I see them, I sit quietly and free my mind. I go into my hara and my heart space and I wait.
After a while, a few will come, always curious and friendly, holding out their noses to say hello through the block wire fence. They are feral, or so I’m told. and so I am quite still and offer only loving energy, nothing else. Some would say that I am sharing Reiki with them, but these days I have no agenda. I simply am in the practice of being and receiving, grounding and filling, giving and letting it flow.
Also, every day I take to the woods and the natural waters of the creek that follows along beside me. Some days I see the Great Blue Heron, others the beaver family. Always the birds, squirrels, rabbits and butterflies greet me. The trees welcome my return each time and I do not take them for granted, but thank them for their strength, their steadiness in a time when much of the world is shaky.
Find something to calibrate with that makes you feel strong. Work with the strength within you, it’s there. Find the thing that brings you to that place inside you where everything is right side up, where everything is resonant. It's there.
My Dad was a man who could always find the strength that lay within him. When he was a sickly child in bed with rheumatic fever, when he was a soldier in WWII and his courage saved a troop of men in the Black Forest. When he raised a family with love through good and bad times, when he cared for a mentally ill daughter his whole life, when he lost a wife, and then a best friend, when his lungs gave up on him. And in the end it was his strength I felt the most the moment of his death. Even in his last hours here in his physical form, he was as strong and loving as I’d always known him to be.
Work with your strength, it’s there.
After several decades on this dear Earth of ours, I can no longer deny that one of the ways I can best communicate is through the written word. So my pledge here to you and to myself is to sing my song of words as they come through me in the hopes of creating a vision for us all. Happy trails.