From Drugs to Herbs

I am back aftering being away from writing for a few weeks. Many directions are calling but here is what came in the early morning. I could feel that movement of the laws of nature toward winter. This October day when the early mornings are dark. It brings a certain level of uneasiness into the core of the body. Yes, take a deep breath and move into the darkness, the silence, that inner world that seems cold and constricted. This is not spring, no new life here. This is death. The death of the green leaves becoming red and gold and then falling and whithering into the earth. The surrender of nature back into the earth. This is a time of looking inward; a time of giving up and giving away. This is the time of endings. The end is coming. There is a sense of finality. No sweeping under the rug, kind of end, but an end that is dissolution and completion.

This is the end of the story. Just like in the movies, after the story is over and the credits run and then we see THE END / FIN. You sit in the dark and you don't like to leave but you know its the end. Even if the story was sad we still don't like to see it end. Even sad stories fill the void.

Fall back now. Sit back in the space, the emptiness and see what it will bring. We are no longer in a turmoil of flashing emotions. We are the Source, the Essence, the Being of all that is to come. Why does it take a sad story to wake us up? Because we need to let go of all stories and live in the moment. Now is the time to sit and enjoy my own breath and my own sense of empty newness, the deep rest that will bring new beginnings.