OH MIGHTY EARTH | A PRAYER TO ROOT AND RETREAT

These winter months feel like the ultimate liminal space. As much as it can seem silent, a lot is coming through in the void. A lot of energy is moving here, in this deeply earthy place and a lot of dreaming is happening. What they say about dreams is that they are there to travel between dimensions and to receive new codes, new programs, new seeds to plant.

I have been feeling the call, more than ever, to surrender. Many miracles have happened these last few months, but also many things did not turn out the way I expected. I know I am not alone in this - we are all, right now, experiencing a massive collective shift, after which things will never be the same again. That is both exciting and scary. What we need to do in these times, is to ground even deeper in Earth.

One of the ways I have been doing that is letting go, and setting some boundaries as to what input I receive from outside sources, for example: no longer looking to receive information that has nothing to do with where I am right here and right now.

As much as it might be interesting, I don’t need to watch a documentary on a foreign land, to learn about the medicine of a plant that is not growing here, or wander to far away places. It takes me away from being here and receiving from what IS. It takes me away from the wholeness of surrender to the present moment.

Rooting takes quite a conscious effort in the time we live in, when the internet connects us to every other place on earth. The more our mind wanders the less our being is rooted. Our ancestors simply did not have access to such information, and so they could focus on just living and being on their land. Communing, becoming intimate with it and with each other. Can you imagine the healing that this brings? Does your soul long for it? You are not alone.

Another thing that I feel we need to let go of in these times are our own assumptions, our judgments, our rush to jump into conclusions. Everything is meant to float right now, to not be defined, to just be suspended in silent witnessing. The other day this poem came to me. A prayer to be stilled, silenced, rooted with what is. To be held in the bountiful Now.

May it support you.

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Oh Mighty Earth,
Pull me back in your belly
And swallow me whole.

I feel called to the silent cave
where I can hear no more
But lean in and listen

I am tired of knowing
But long to remember

I am done consuming
But long to receive

Weary of wandering, questioning
and taking conclusions.

Silence me. Lock me up.
I want to sit back and observe

Let me be here

Held by loving arms
Witnessing with your Grace
All that is
And all that has led us here.

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