I am delving into some chakra studies, and re-reading a 1971 novel called 2150. The novel lacks poetry and flow, but I have carried it around with me for over 30 years. I 'forget' about it, then return. The message is delivered like a battering ram, and often the message is slightly off-center, yet ...... within the brambles, sunlight sneaks through to nourish the wildflowers. It is for these wildflowers I challenge the brambles.
It seems, this time ... this time ... I can see with more clarity.
In the depth of darkness, the hours where energy ebbs low and emotions tremble, I awoke enough to pull in the array of messages, and gently, gently, I rolled to my right shoulder, breathing so softly. One minute, I thought ... just one minute to rest here. A minute passed, then another. Just under an hour I awoke again, still on that shoulder, and I nearly shouted in amazement. I do not remember the last time I slept on my shoulder without excruciating pain. With a whispered thank you, I rolled away from it, and after a moment of hesitation, rolled to my left. I slept again. Not as long, but long enough. Long enough.
In all this work, this delving, this shifting, I still had not quite believed I would recover my shoulders. It seemed to much to ask. In the worn paperback novel, the words from one of our great teachers: Ask and you shall receive, seek and you shall find, knock and the door shall be opened.
Belief is the key to that door. Belief in your intrinsic value, your worth.
With my palms open, I offer this key.
Believe without reservations ... believe.
with grace and gratitude,
^_^
Happy that you are so well, too, of course!
