On Beauty and the Wasteland - v.5 / issue 2 - Movement & the Letting Go of How

 

On Beauty & the Wasteland
V. 5 / issue 2 

Movement & the Letting Go of How

Within the space between wake and sleep, I heard screaming. An image flashed in front of my eyes of a naked young woman trying to escape and being manhandled back into sex slavery. Energy moved through my whole body. I felt very clear that I was being asked to check on my neighbors‘ teenage daughter. I felt afraid. They often have a lot of houseguests. I never know who all is living there. This was about a week ago.

My oh so busy mind got oh so very busy trying to figure out HOW to do what I was being asked to do. Knock on the door? I tried this, no one answered. Write a note leave it on her car?? I wrote the note, but didn’t feel moved to place it. I shared about this with two dear friends and both of them felt the energy with me — you’ve got to talk to her. Yeah, I know.

As I was sitting in meditation this morning, my back leaning against my beloved ash tree, my mind spinning —  how?, how?, how? So fking lOUd lOUd lOUd. Ugh. And, as this was happening for me, the daughter came walking by. ZING! I KNEW. This was my chance to reach her. And , I MOVED!

(I love how outside and inside reverberate. Last week for me was about unearthing someone inside me who was screaming. Maybe I was hearing her screams in a dream? Maybe this was orchestrated to teach my thinking mind a lesson? Maybe the girl Nextdoor needs to know in general that people care? Maybe I need to know that people / I care? All of these all at the same time and many more? Who knows all the reverberations in movement like this!?)

When energy moves, energy moves. When energy moves, do I move, too?