I awoke this morning to my body’s call to the fetal position drawing me into the dark abyss of the embryonic ocean of gestation; a moment’s sidetrack from the original intention to meet the world head on with a machete in my right hand ready to clear the earthly path of mundane, red tape that a move to another state of residence incurs. After many waves of trusting, patience, stalling and resistance I was ready to ride the next wave of the practical reconstruction of my new life; the chopping wood, carrying water of auto insurance, driver’s license, medical insurance, website, etc….all the foundational building blocks to support and frame my life in these new surroundings.
As always, Spirit knows how best to guide me and thus the wake-up call back to the womb giving me the space, sounds and imagery to reflect back to me where this next bend in the birthing waters of life will lead me.
“Stand right here, at the threshold of this doorway, be still and breathe, listen and witness as you open to the final trimester of a lifetime pregnancy.”
So I pause in the darkness of my bed covers and watch, listen, feel the moment’s offering. I sense the international signal of S.O.S arising in my awareness; the tap, tap, tapping symphony of dit, dit, dit, daaaaaaa, daaaaaaa, daaaaaaa, dit, dit, dit. These short dots and long dashes that ring out the call for connection, support, attention, and response awaken me to a potent image of life’s urgent, consistent step by step and breath by breath guide to conscious presence on the path of the soul embodied. I remember the “dots” of bliss, ecstasy, the ah-ha blips on the radar screen and then the long “dashes” through the watery tunnels of surviving and thriving, in and out, up and down; life being lived. Carried through a myriad of conscious and unconscious, messy and beautiful bends and forks, I somehow trusted that three more “dots” of enlightenment would follow to sound the alarm over the airways keeping me on the frequency that would continue to lead me home.
I bow in gratitude for these dots of sound; these guiding stars that light up my path and continually remind me of the bigger picture while grounding me back into the denser realities of the earth walk. The tap, tap, tapping becomes an audio and visceral knocking on the cellular doors of my existence to keep me on course awake and present to the infinite possibilities in the ocean of what is.
Smiling, I hear the voice of Dory singing,
“keep on swimming, keep on swimming, keep on swimming…”
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