A new consciousness is slowly arising within my being. I am listening to the raging winds and cold grey clouds blowing through the sky. There is a vastness to this empty landscape around me that, when I give it time and soft attention, creates a depth of inner space.
Attachment burns away in a cold fire.
The preciousness of life, every breath, every being, grows.
Truth and Love become all that matters.
I am purposefully contracted into a small physical space, consciously hibernating, connecting with others only when necessary. I allow myself to sleep, and dream, and grow in the womb of protection, without holding a vision or form. I feel the form taking shape on its own, coming forth from cellular programs that are older than the Earth herself. In gratitude, I trust the divine timing of all life.
Kachina
