I have felt deeply conflicted of late: stay in the womb of the farm, or walk headlong into the belly of the beast. On sunday I went down to the meditation stones at the creek, wonderful old granite stones forming a shelf that the waters sing to. A peace eagle circled just above the tree tops.

Go or stay? Go or stay? Go or stay....show me.

A grey silver cloud floated down from the ridge, I watched it swallow the trees then move towards me like an etherial wave, and then rain, soft even in the cold, timpani on stones on water on wood. I felt the answer before I knew the answer.

I walked up the slope, slippery wet leaves, the rain smell of earth, and stepped into the upper meadow, drenched and giggling like a five year old. To be wet, yes! To be grass, tree, humus, wings, paws all of that and more within me. No matter where I am, no matter what the density is.

The rain stopped as I reached the orchard. I turned to look back at the rise of hill above the creek. A rainbow spread from one end of the farm to the other.

Surrender for me is a vital element for walking the spiritual path, being in the flow. When I surrender, my mind gets out of its own way. My heart releases butterflies. The answers come :-)

tigger