Irma left us early yesterday morning. Everyone started breathing again. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until she was gone.
The posts on “Experience” and “Allow” that I wrote a couple of weeks ago came to life during Irma’s visit. As the leading edge of her moved in on Monday morning I was given an opportunity to have the experience of bending. My MO is to stand straight and ridged and do it myself. By noon I began to see staying in a trailer surrounded by large oak trees was not the best place to be. My wonderful friends who live across the road had already offered the cat and I stay with them. I packed some things and the cat and I went across the road. Why did I think bending was hard? It felt really good to have company and feel safe.
As I watched out of the picture window I felt pity for the trees who were being pushed roughly around by the wind and rain of Irma. I had to stop and remind myself this is their experience. They were not victims. Why is it so hard for me to get that my pity is so unwanted. They were fine. And what did I think I could do for them? Bring them inside?
At 8 A.M. Tuesday morning I went across the road to take care of the ponies and check the trailer. They and the trailer were fine, a relief. That is when I noticed one of the large oak trees was down. It was on the west side of the trailer and had fallen away from the trailer. I walked to the tree, not only was it down but trees in it’s path were down too. I really had to rein my emotions in and go to the allowing place. The tree was glad I did that. The tree showed me it was ok and that dying was a slow process. In that process it had time to come to the realization that being rigid and not able to bend is what brought it down. It showed me this was a huge lesson it was learning. This was part of it’s inner growth and expansion. It is life. Dying is the greatest opportunity to evolve, expand.
I told a friend in Colorado about the tree and she asked me for pictures. Immediately the tree asked me not do this, it needed privacy. I honored the request. Dying is a very private time.
Irma brought a lot of experiences to process. A big one is gratitude, not taking anything for granted. Seeing the Divine at work in everything. I am blessed beyond measure.
Last night I woke up at 3 A.M. my mind filled with fear. My fear was about Hurricane Irma and her visiting here. I decided to stop using the word hit, visit is less ominous. I realized my attitude of fear was affecting me and the animals in my care. I was not being a strong leader for them.
Fear wants to control. It wants to dictate and have things be it’s way. The fear did not like the idea that it could not control being touched by Irma. I began to see this as a lesson in surrender to the higher. The higher attitude is; be aware of what is going on, take actions to prepare and keep my attitude accepting of what is. When I did these things I felt calmer and I could see the animals were calmer.
As things happen I am learning to ask what does this have to teach me? Rather then get caught up in the fear and drama. What is there to learn about seeing things from a different point of view then I normally do. Being aware how I am and how it affects everything around me. If I get on the doom and gloom kick and place a lot of negative attention on Irma then I am contributing to the disturbance of her. I am connected to everything around me. Being higher or lower ripples out and it especially ripples out to the animals. They do not understand my upset, all they know is the human is upset and they think they did something wrong.
There are people and animals facing much worse south of here, so I told my fear to get over itself.
What a time to be on Earth. I am being given the opportunity to be more then I ever thought I could be. There are bumps and the bumps are gifts to evolve and grow. Wow.
For me Labor Day is the end of summer which means the end of the lovely long hot days. I am a heat and sunlight girl.
Out of the blue this morning I started thinking about what Labor Day celebrates. Labor! On the heels of this came the realization, everything I use and have was created by someone else’s labor. Everything! Just blew me away. It sounds really stupid that I never really stopped to think how the things I use got here.
I started to imagine the thousands and thousands of people using their labor to make all the things in my life. Then is broadened to all the people in service jobs, whose labor also contributes to my ease of life. Truck drivers, waitresses, check out people, nurses, tech people, pilots, the list is huge.
I am awe struck and it is a humbling moment. Without all of them I can’t do my job. That puts it is a certain perspective.
I want to thank everyone out there for their labor. Your labor makes my life doable, comfortable and allows me to do my job.
Thank you and bless you all. Happy Labor Day!
The Universe does check on me. I wrote about Experience and Allowing recently and I was given a test a couple of days ago.
I was sitting on the porch at the barn with the three barn cats. Two were on the grass just off the porch and the third was at my feet demanding to be scratched. Being a good slave I was doing my best to meet his demand. We were enjoying the moment then suddenly a baby bird came out of it’s nest on the branch in front of the porch. It tried to fly and it landed just behind the Gator and hopped under it. The cat sprang into action in a flash. The cat was under the Gator, grabbed the baby bird and raced into the barn before I was all the way out of the chair.
As I ran to the barn door ready to intervene, I stopped. I realized trying to get the baby bird from the cat was not what I needed to do. My to do was to do nothing, really hard to stand aside and allow another being to have it’s experience. It was a very dramatic scenario the Universe sent me. That part of me that was taught to care for and defend had a tough time with allowing. It was quite a range of emotions that went through me.
It was over instantly. I heard a faint “I’m OK”, then everything was very still. In spite of my upset there was a feeling of peace around me and that all was right and perfect. I had to get over myself. Who do I think I am to question another’s path. The animals show me over and over that there are no accidents and that everything that happens is fine. They do not need or want my pity or upset so I went and sat back down and simply got quiet. Letting it all just be, allowing myself to be a being not a doing. We are not called human doings, we are human beings. I forget that.
The baby bird was fine, the cat was a cat and I got to be. The Universe was just checking to see if I really got it. Slowly, yes I am. Thanks Universe.