|Frozen Rain. Photo by Kyla|
That's all very nebulous and perhaps not ready to be put into words. It would be easy to assign this feeling of liberation to the idea that there is more daylight after the solstice but it is not that.
Something quite stubborn has departed, something imprisoning, stuck, buried deep and locked in place, so much a part of the background it almost went unnoticed. But when it dissolves? there is energy and possibility where there was not, before.
Despite the desperate condition of the world and of the planet body, despite the outrageous opportunities for fear and horror, what is actually happening is that those reactions have far less grip on the soul than they used to. They can grip the mind, if the mind is available to such influences, and that's a big problem for many people, but if the mind has any discipline at all, it's far easier to lift out of the crap than it used to be.
Something that had hold of us has been made to let go.
But you have to cooperate.
I was out shopping the other day, and standing outside a store in a large shopping center waiting for my companion of the day to come pick me up, when I had a rush of awareness that most of the people walking around there, in the parking lot and the stores, were still locked away from their own lives, and caught in the mind loops. That's not news, but the experience of that moment was really striking.
How do people live with the kinds of pressure being brought to bear on us, if they have not taken hold of their minds? What is on offer is either a diet of horror, or a retreat into generally unhealthy denial and escape. Those who have developed their minds are often similarly bound, unless they have strong enough creative spirit alive in their beings to give the mind something to go with that has survival value.
Many of the people I interact with have no patience for imprecise terms such as "soul". I can sympathize. However, I find myself no longer able to speak to what is happening, without using such language.
And the imprecision is really only one of unfamiliarity and disuse, not inherent in the concepts themselves. Yet the communication gap is vast and not bridgeable with any ease.
So, I talk about gardening, usually. That's where I build my own sphere of soul, of liveliness, of heart and health. This is a survival tactic. In order to continue to be embodied here, I have to have a place, a venue, an activity that is life-sustaining on subtle levels. Subtle, but potent and necessary.
In order to fly, find your garden.