Don't believe the hype...

I have this secret place that I escape to, a place I call my rock. It's where magic happens. It's a rather large overhang of sandstone gorgeousness nestled into a cliff . It overlooks the vastness of the Pacific Ocean. I have to scurry over fences to get there  but at least that makes sure no one else will be there too! It is alive with birds, possums, dolphins and at the right time of year, whales. If I'm really lucky I get to see an eagle just chilling out on the updraft above me. Oh, to have wings!  We do, ours are just a little different. 

It is my place of questions and ultimately my place of answers. I have laughed there and OH Lordy how I've cried!  When the world brought me to my knees, I would cry Uncle! and retreat to this ancient place. You know how as you grow older your bones sigh and groan? Thats exactly what I hear when I sit and listen to the sounds around me.  It's my place to speak to Spirit, my ancestors, myself.  Often I don't receive the answers I was searching for but I appreciate the honesty and am grateful for what does come through!  I feel held there, I feel safe. 

Today was magnificent. It was warm and electric with the promise of Spring in the air. I watched a flock of seagulls engulf a school of fish thrashing about on the waters surface. The light danced and shimmered on the ocean, which heaved giant exhales onto the boulders below. As is my routine, I exhaled with her and then closed my eyes. I regulated my breath and dived within.  Almost instantly, I could feel "them", my posse so to speak. I've learned to be patient and just let them show themselves in their own time and today they arrived pronto. My breathing become deeper and with it my connection. That connection, that link, and the conversation that followed was so profound, so calm and so loving that I was almost overwhelmed by the emotion of it all.  It was like a very old wise man speaking to a young child and taking that child's hand in his. I felt guided and understood. Protected. I pretty much lost it in the best of ways. Who needs drugs? 
 It makes me feel inspired, passionate,powerful ... ALIVE. I thanked them and toddled off home, calmer and more focused than ever before. 

Do you have a rock? A place to go to and just be? A sanctuary? Is it the forest, the beach, the bathtub? In a world where we are constantly bombarded with messages that define us as who we are by what we own, by how much stuff we can accumulate, that more will always be better, it's wonderful to just strip it all back to the bare essentials. To not buy, literally or figuratively into the hype. You are not your face cream, you are not your car, you are not your age, you are not your bank balance. You are far deeper and more complex than any cursory glance at your life could ever ascertain and you are changing every single minute. Let yourself.  Be fluid. "Become water my friend."*

You are a fuqing kaleidoscope, a myriad of thoughts and dreams and cells and you have a duty to honour that. 
Never, never, never let anyone tell you otherwise. Not even you. Peace. xxx