I haven’t written a poem, I don’t think for a few days
so, let’s check-in and see how things are going
mainly magic, “me thinks”
yes
oh, just back again from walking down the mountain with my babies
we have a few steep climbs
but in-between we perch and breathe in the flowing stream quiet and birds
I have to find out, there is some kind of a conch sound, almost like a French horn that we hear and there are tinkling sounds sometimes too that I’ve checked and really don’t seem to be coming from the babies, faeries perhaps?
but, one thing I know for sure
there is magic
magic
magic
Machaelle Small Wright is teaching me things, paving the way
and I have a knowingness that all I yearn for and desire is opening
almost as if the world is in my heart?
does that make sense?
so if you turn your heart inside out like unfolding a twisted sweater and then just stretch it out wide and let go
the whole world is there
maybe in miniature just waiting to expand
what is possible?
I’m getting the sense that a part of this “riddle” if you will for me has to do with humankind’s essence of ego and Nature’s of balance
when we intend and implement the balance of Nature, can we fly?
can we create, maybe in a different way than when people talk about manifesting
but co-create with Nature most anything?
maybe as long as it is in balance and in the highest and best for all concerned?
and something is also just on the periphery of my ear
and I am sensing this too
we shall see
but, what do you think?
do things fly easily and abundantly when they are 100% pure?
no commercial (hidden) agendas
just pure being
love and contribution
so, I am somehow feeling both very small and very large at the same time
I bid you adieu for the moment
with an excited breath
for flying
take care, be good, loving and courageous
love and hugs from Lynn on the mountain ?