Do the Work

Photo from heartandspiritjournies.com

Photo from heartandspiritjournies.com

We must learn to trust our power. We are not weak or helpless. Nor are we one dimensional.

I learned from a wise friend, how to manifest my need for a home to live in and care for. 
It begins with intention. It takes intense focus and doing what is normally required to obtain this goal.
I knew that part. 
(The part of living in a world of laws and rules and steps, and pathways, to set into motion the actual process of buying and transfering property.) 

And then there is the spirit world.....  I wanted this home in my bones, and worked all the potential sources I knew of, to obtain it. My family is deeply rooted in the area for many generations. Calling on ancestors and those who care for the land was the "under-work" I delved into. “Every step you take is supported by a thousand ancestors.” I feel witnessed by those long gone but who’s essence lingers here. 

There is a world under our small reality that is a mighty force. 

Long story short, I bought this home on some land and vowed to love it and nurture it. It feels strange and kind of wrong to say "I own the land".  I will take my turn to care for it. There is spirit in a place, that includes not only the people who were here before us, but the animals and beings who live here and pass over the land. 

There is much to consider, on many levels.

If we live and work on only a general level, we’re going to live a shallow existence. We will live richly if we consider the vast otherworld and possibility and potential of knowing and getting to know energies and exsistances of what is around us.

I step out into the night, in silence, to listen to what is present and moving in the darkness of the yard. Giving pause to this world before my presence joins it, is to respect and be mindful of the space  we all share. I share it with an abundance of song birds Grey Fox, Red Fox, Bobcat, Skunks, ‘Possums, Rabbits, Raccoons, and during the day, sometimes Red Tailed Hawks. (I’m sure there are more I have not met yet.) 

Living in partnership and respect for the wild, on this land I came to, seems right and balanced.

Sometimes the wild ones take what they need from me.  I am evolving and exploring what energies live here.  

There is work to be done. On many levels.
We are not the mighty beings who rule all other life.  
We are but a cog in a wheel of momentum that hurls us together in the same plane of existence.  (Little specks, we are!) There is a physical investment. There is a spiritual investment.

The Moment: By Margaret Atwood
The moment when, after many years,
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the center of your room, 
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, 
knowing tat last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,

the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way around.