” Mad Hatter: Would you like a little more tea?
Alice: Well I haven’t had any yet, so I can’t get well take more!
March Hare:, Ah you mean you can’t very well take less.
Mad Hatter: Yes, you can always take more than nothing.”
This morning I am in a delicious haze of reality
I have so much grattitude for the last few days, months, decades.
For magic, cycles, visions beyond my own perception to finally be seen
For my own Soul’s potential to be delivered into my awareness through an inherent, internal womb wisdom
So much harvest from seeds planted lifetimes ago
Such a long journey
So many rabbit holes
Weaving a deeper connection of my own World by going within the looking glass of all illusions, including myself.
Now, having returned, nothing is the same, as this new life requires nurture
I, with relief and adjustment, can feel the different energies merge
What was, what will become, now in each step I take
These include my new enrolment on an Indian head massage and ayuredic womb course, alongside the third level of my counselor training.
Alongside, just as importantly, caring for the very vessel that has and continues to make this possible.
The womb of my Soul’s manifestations
Shuffling the wild Kuan Yin Oracle this morning in this space, another regular routine I commit to, I began to think about cutting my hair.
What style would suit me as I saw a cave woman in my minds eye!
Selecting from behind graceful flight I could feel the humour necessary to ride the energies occuring, including the reference to my own ageing process as I tuned into the unknown image in my hands
Drawn to the art on my wall, I recieved “Mad as a March hare” as I realised with great pride and freedom, indeed I am and always have been, and in that moment, despite the struggles this has brought, I wouldn’t change a thing!
The card was play with me
Today step into the Sacred rebel you have always been
Dare to dream a beautiful World
Know in this, your time has and always will come
You are and never were late for your own arrival!.
Consciously act in the surrender of this Divine Grace
May we all fly wingtip to wingtip with Apuchin, Eagle and Condor, see-in the dreams we dare to dream from the East of each beginning step.
In deepest munay