With bare feet on the soil and eyes wide open, I asked Spirit to speak to me through the music. I wasn’t looking for one specific song—I was simply opening to receive whatever held the message I most needed.
Every song that followed felt resonant, yet one wove in just a bit deeper. I knew it was the one meant not only for me, but for the collective. The one to share through this week’s reflection.
From the soil by the tree, I felt called to Meditation Rock. I laid my back down, heart to the stone, palms open and gently held by the Earth. Grandfather Sun warmed my skin. Breathing in rhythm with HER, the quiet came.
Then I heard the soft plucking of the guitar strings… and I knew. My heart squeezed, and hot tears welled. This was the one. It held me exactly where I was—held me in a way I didn’t even know I needed. My tears fell onto the Earth, a sacred gift of release.
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