Symbolism is an amazing tool
that we can use to assist us
on our journey through life.
This is how I connected with Mother Earth and my higher power this morning using the symbols around me.
I recently experienced an amazing drum journey with Heather Price. During the journey I visited the landscapes that my Spirit is connected with.
The water landscape that showed itself to me was a shady tree near a babbling creek. This is a place where I often visit during relaxation meditations.
So this morning, as I walked along my favorite walk beside the creek it was no surprise to me that I found a place quite like it. The only difference is that at the moment the creek bed is dry; a symbol in itself.
I took some time to sit and connect with Great Spirit and this lovely place and this is what I found.
With no flowing water in the creek I observed that this reflects how there are phases in life; times of flood, times of steady flow and times where there is silence – a time to contemplate and integrate.
As I looked at the rocks in the creek bed they showed me that the large ones are steadfast, embedded in the Earth; unmovable. The smaller ones are at the mercy of the force of water and are swept up by the water in times of flood, although some find safety in the spaces between the embedded rocks. For me the large rock has significance. My recent journey has been the large rock embedding/grounding me in who I truly am.
How does this relate to your journey? Are you scattered and swept along by the floods – your emotions? Are you swept up and off on a journey of excitement and travel? Or are you standing firm in who you Truly are?
Looking at the large embedded rock, I noticed the flotsam that it had held from the last flood. Stepping into the feeling of the steadfast embedded rock, I realised that so much, in the way of information, experiences, sensations, emotions, comes my way constantly. I realised that some of these I mindfully decide to keep; act on, use for my benefit or save for the love of it. At the same time, most of it is no longer useful and I it allow to be flushed away down the creek.
As I sat there under my spreading tree, there was an almighty raucous as two bush turkeys battled it out, flying up into the branches and crashing to earth; one chasing the other with great determination!
‘This also has significance to me,’ I thought, as I watched them walk in opposite directions with as much dignity as they could muster. The argument was settled. They were able to let it pass and go on to the next thing in their lives. So often when the ‘flotsam’ hits us in a flood of emotions it is difficult to know how to let the stream wash it away so that we can start anew. I examine it, see it for it’s true value and decide to keep the worthwhile lessons and allow the flotsam to flow away.
I love being in nature and now that I am committed to noticing the messages there, I love it even more!