Today, the day after the Winter Solstice, the sun will be around a tiny bit longer than yesterday.
Today, my seeds of intention are one day new.
Am I any different today than I was yesterday?
Yesterday the skies were thickly overcast all day long. This did not bode well for my sunset Solstice ritual at the beach. Still, I was determined to go and I did.
It was blustery at La Jolla Shores in San Diego. The first thing I noticed was how I’d miscalculated. In my town, Santa Cruz, the beaches face south, so we get to see the sun set in the water there. Here, in San Diego, the beaches face west. The sun looked like it might peek out from under the clouds before it hit the water, but it was going to be on the other side of the point.
I reminded myself, play with what is and be willing to be surprised. So I began my walk northward. I called in the elements. I called in four Arcangels and I asked them to co-create with me. As I invited the angels, I came upon a white feather. This has always been a sign to me that I am not alone.
I picked up four rocks and infused each one, in turn, with what my body, mind, spirit and heart wanted to release. Then, I tossed the rocks, one by one, toward the sea to be reclaimed by the elements. With each toss, I declared my new intentions. I planted the seeds of new energy, new emotion, new thought, new form. Well, maybe they are not so new, but now they will have room to grow. Let’s say, I did some weeding.
All along I was humming whatever came to me; improvising something without words, something new yet deeply familiar, something from my soul. After I tossed the final rock, I turned and headed south. The humming grew more courageous.
There was a tug at my heart as I recalled my youthful summers at this same beach. I chose to remain present and brought myself back by taking in the richness of the cool salt air.
Breathe, simply breathe.
The sky grew grayer and there was a slim line of golden sky at the southern horizon. I tried not to be disappointed. I considered driving to the point in hopes of seeing the sun, but decided I wanted to remain connected to the ritual rather than attached to my original vision of watching the sun set in the water.
I was sitting in my car writing in my journal when I glanced up and saw the most amazing red sky. I gasped. Then I grabbed my camera and walked back down to the water’s edge. People dotted the sand and stood spell bound. Some, like me, took photos. The sky was afire. It was one of the most spectacular sunsets I’ve ever witnessed.
Had I been attached to my original vision, I could have been sitting at a traffic signal, fighting commuter traffic to get to the point and missed it all.
(I just noticed what I wrote – “fighting…get to the point…miss it all.” A lovely double-entendre reminder to take the scenic route, to dawdle and enjoy the journey)
Hey beautiful mischievous angels, thanks for the surprise!
Fire, you really strutted your stuff!
In the night, a gentle rain fell washing away the dust in this dry town.
Today a huge wind is up; for many, just an observation of the weather and a potential inconvenience.
For me, it’s an affirmation from the elements I invited to play with me.
If it’s all made up anyway, why not have fun?
So again, am I different today? Has anything changed?
I planted the seed.
I weeded the weeds.
Already today, I’ve had the opportunity to choose not to hold the old way and to invite and embrace the new.
Sometimes form (earth) takes awhile to catch up with energy, thought and emotion.
What appears to be a so-so ho-hum shift just might turn into something really amazing.
We’ll see what unfolds in the months to come.
Meanwhile, I trust.
And I remain willing (and not so secretly eager) to be surprised.
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