“Hey, it’s squeezy in here. Stop snuggling up to me.” She said while nudging the other, trying to squirm her way out. Finally, finding a spot to stand, she looked around, arms crossed, and shook her head as she pouted.
She has often awoken to an empty well or a cave or void. Her ever-growing collection of plushies keeps her company into the night but by morning, they would have been tossed around the bed and sprawled on the floor, and she would be laying on the cold ground of her heart, alone.
Why is it so rowdy today? She mutters to herself. It’s too early for such a ruckus.
When did they make their way in? Did she forget to lock the door before she went to bed?
She squints to focus her poor sight — she has not even had time to put on her spectacles — scrutinizing the people around. Their radiance makes it difficult to make out their individual faces. Each caped in colorful, spiral blankets, and scarves, they are laughing and playing. — They look crazy — One of them begins drumming and singing, “Inside out…outside in…all that is outside now comes in…” — and familiar. They feel crazily familiar…and warm.
A tear drop slides down her cheek, then another. Why does this feel so nice and cosy?
She wonders if they are here to stay. Perhaps they will leave after some time, like everyone else. They always leave. They always do. And I will be left here in this cold voi— “Come, celebrate with us! We are not leaving you out.” One of them shouted out to her, breaking the usual train route her mind took.
“What’s there to celebrate? You…you guys are…hoarding my space.” She started, before pursing her lips to stop herself from saying more.
It continues to snow outside, the quiet blanketing the land. A flock of birds fly in unison into the distance. No matter where I turn my head, my gaze lands on a gift from my tribe. The gifts made their way into my apartment like how the villagers made their way into my heart, each taking residence comfortably. My heart feels full and tight, almost bursting when I do not allow the feeling. But when I allow, there is so much space, boundless, and there is a flood of warmth and light. When I allow, my mind, too, quiets, and settles on the ground like the snow.
They can stay for as long as they want or they can leave. We come and we go. Full and empty. Breath in and breath out. The cycle continues, the law of nature. Do not make a hole out of it.
I see how I needed an assurance of permanent residence to quell my desire for permanent possession because I feared sitting alone in the emptiness.
The people wrapped a colorful, spiral blanket around her and pulled her into the circle. She looked at her blanket, and noticed the others’. All the blankets are woven with the same spiral pattern, each in their unique color combinations. How lovely. Together, they dance in spiral.
“Inside out…outside in…all that is outside now comes in…” she sings and chuckles along, reveling in the merry-making.
Abundance is here. Love is here. Joy is here. They have all been knocking on her door for ages waiting to be let in, to be received.
We receive what we can allow. When our heart is closed, nothing is here. When it is open, everything is here.
When I allow the emptiness to be and not try to contain it, I experience an expansion of space, allowing more to visit this space. Is there a boundary, a defined in or out?
There is simply all that is.
Celebrate. For no good reason. Celebrate. Just because.
“And so it is….”
Your song continues for as long as you choose.
Today, I celebrate that I am unique and I am one of you.
Today, I celebrate that I am and belong.
How do I celebrate? By laughing, loving, and letting love in.
How did I get here?
My inquiry unfolded as such today:
I sit with myself
Breathe…
I sit (in a well overflowing with love) with myself
Breathe…
I sit, in a field of love, with myself
Breathe…
I rest in love
Breathe…
An ocean of Love.
Gratitude to my tribe on The Wisdom WAY path for journeying through the 15-month Master Class with me. I will be sharing more of this exciting new work in my coming issues.