It's been quiet lately. Nestled deep in the redwoods north of San Francisco, I've been sequestered from the noise and craziness of the outside world. My internet access is spotty and so is my cell phone service interrupting my regular routine of staying connected. Having finished one major leg of my recent travels and not yet starting the next one, I've been resting and allowing life to nourish and hold me while I release the old and make space for the new. My world is shifting gracefully and with purpose, aligning with a new direction as yet only glimpsed but not fully visible. I see shards of light through the haze, but nothing definite or clear.
So I wait. And listen. And trust.
The trees have become my church and my sanctuary, they creak and swish with the wind sending their coded messages into my soul. The air is cool and damp with fog and hints of the salty sea air. It is healing to my lungs. A buck comes to visit near the back door of the cabin where I'm staying. His antlers barely show as they push up into points beyond his oval ears. Pear trees filled with ripe fruit beckon him and he returns almost daily to check their progress and see if any are within reach. I scatter a few small newly fallen pears into the path leading to the back door. By morning they are gone, gratefully consumed in the dark.
I sense lots of activity and change heading my way soon, so I do my best to embrace this slowing down. It's not always easy. Sometimes I feel restless and impatient for movement, and I want to stir things up, get things going. Life has other ideas. Plus my intuition keeps telling me to savor this quietude because one never knows when one will have it again.
So I take long luxurious walks in the woods or to the nearby beach. Or I read or write. And when I am out at cafes with my laptop, I'm planting dozens and dozens of seeds in the many fields in my life: business ventures, creative projects, spiritual engagements, social connections, etc. Those that sprout and bloom will help me determine where I'm headed next.
In the meantime, I'm enjoying caring for people's homes and pets, doing some work exchanges and visiting with friends old and new. The backdrop and scenery is ever-changing revealing a hidden momentum that is unfolding with a rhythm dictated by an unseen intelligence that seems to know just what is needed. I tune in and listen for when to say yes or no to the many invitations and opportunities rolling my way. This indeed being the crux of the matter as a misstep here can wreak all kinds of havoc leading to detours and dead ends, messes to clean up and decisions to undo. When living without a home base, a tiny intuitive miscalculation can turn into a simple decision into a nightmare. I've had to back out of a number of situations that I initially misread. A number of times I could have avoided major pain and discomfort had I followed the very first intuitive nudge instead of waiting until red flags started popping up everywhere. Fortunately, there were also plenty of bullets I've dodged in the past year and a half because I listened to my intuition and said no right at the start.
My travels have evolved into a bootcamp for learning how to navigate by the heart, not the head. Of course, the head has a role to play, but it makes a terrible leader. Following the heart is about following the energy and energy never lies. Therefore, we need our energy sensors running at full capacity. Otherwise, we're pretty likely to end up in situations that are not necessary a good match for our soul. Better to tune into the higher intelligence of cosmic wisdom which seems to be imprinted with a map of our soul's destiny (and it communicates with us through the heart). We can avoid all kinds of traps and drudgery this way. Life becomes much more fun when it we resonate energetically with our surroundings and the people who inhabit them.
Bootcamp is intense, which I suppose is why I'm getting this break in the company of some wise old trees under whose branches I sleep every night. They're cleaning all the gunk out of my lungs and my etheric body that I picked up on my travels. In exchange, I let them into my heart and embrace them my deep appreciation for their existence.
The seeds are out there. More will be planted in the coming weeks while I await instructions from within and rest in the space in between.