Monday, March 23, 2015

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Muscle testing or Kinesiology is often used by psychologists and medical professionals to receive answers hidden within our bodies. It is not yet time for spring gardening, yet as caretaker of the small piece of the world I call home; I have begun using the technique to ask questions about how to proceed. A few flowers have made an early showing which makes me feel that the nature spirits are slowly stretching and yawning—contemplating an early spring.


Today I sat longer than usual in meditation. Afterwards, my dogs Tatum and Woody were thrilled that it was time for a few ball tosses. Outside, as we romped, I Fuschia500wondered where the fairies napped, spent their evenings, and regained their strength.  I tried a simple Kinesiology exercise by making a circle with my left hand fingers and threading two right hand fingers through the center. As I walked across the lawn, I asked questions and pushed the inserted fingers against the circle wall. If the circle opened easily I interpreted a negative response, if opening felt difficult the answer was yes.


I used this technique to find the local fairy condos. I assumed they lived in the redwood tree—so much shelter and strength there—but no. I tried the climbing arbor—lots of shade in the summer for rest—but no. I was about to give up when the Fuchsia by the back door fluttered.  I asked, “Is this where you live?” I could not pull my fingers apart without a great deal of effort. Tatum’s head cocked to the right and Woody inquisitively lifted his head from his favorite napping place next to the plant.


Of course, this is completely logical. The Fuchsia bush is protected near the house. Winds and torrential rains miss the delicate flowers—shielded above by a roof extension and on two sides by the patio walls. The sun is diffused and a slight breeze wafts gently.


I gingerly tiptoed closer and took a snapshot. No need to disturb the slumber–let them sleep; we’ll have plenty of work to do soon enough.



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Sunday, March 15, 2015

Transformation

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No hurries—no worries.


I can sit to meditate on the sun—


or the rain.


Rain that cleanses


And smells like spring—


or summer.


I walk miles alone.


Crowded only by thoughts.


Or I can hide with multitudes


It is all the same—


this feeling of now.


I swim in the ocean


Or a lake or a stream—


Wade through creeks


trickling with that sound


that brings soft sleep.


I catch a hook in my mouth


And jump with the bass


Flopping to be free


Once again.


I can do all these things in my own time.



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