This Newsletter is an evolution... a broader connection, like the roots of a tree sinking deep into the earth... our virtual circle bringing forward what is hidden in the dark spaces between us and placing it in the tips of the branches for all of us to see and appreciate... expanding our view of feminine energy at work on the planet... branching out energetic tendrils to new places... articulating and sharing the movement that is happening, that we sense and feel as individuals. With our collective eyes we will better forecast energy flow with intuition; we will more accurately focus our collective intention into the world by imagining together what is being nurtured in the womb space at the center of our circle. We are all midwives, expectant mothers, birthing together as sisters, a new world.
I remember the Gather the Women circle in Seattle when I shared a meditative vision about a woman buried beneath a tree. Her emaciated body was physically entangled with the roots. When I carried her to the surface, she disappeared into the arms of women walking in a great circle around the tree, each woman then carrying a part of her. And so it is, with our collective eyes we will better forecast energy flow with intuition; we will more accurately focus our collective intention into the world by imagining together what is being nurtured in the womb space at the center of our circle. We are all midwives, expectant mothers, birthing together as sisters, a new world.
More vision comes to me as I ask my angels (my preferred spiritual guides of late), “What is important to share here and now?”
I see myself with my dear friend Saundra, a saucy sixty-something with an abundance of class and attitude. We have just arrived in Boca Raton, Florida for a vacation. Our energy reads like this, “Okay, Boca Raton here we are. Now show us a g-o-o-o-o-d time!” Our good time seems to be best accomplished by getting into the elevator. Inside the mobile cubicle an angel is waiting for us, like a silent sentry. Up we go... past the second floor. We are pleased to discover the entire compartment is made of glass. Up still further. The elevator moves vertically and then, horizontally across the outside of the building. A pleasing novelty. Back and forth, up and down. The bird’s eye view of Boca Raton is thrilling; so many adventures are waiting out there. Wonder turns to frustration and then to fear, as there seems to be no control at all over how the elevator moves. We want out to start our vacation. Instead of seeing the world at a distance, we want to be in it!
I look up at the angel quizzically who only shrugs his shoulders. The message is clear. I have to ask for help, and I have to ask for help with exactly what I want help with.
“Please, help us get out of here?” I ask.
The angel glances over at the control panel, and I follow his gaze. I hadn’t seen it before, but there is a saucer sized blue button protruding from the bottom half of the console. Printed in white words on the button are the words, “Open Door.” Being the rocket scientist that I am, I grab my friend Saundra’s arm. “Look!” and I point at the new discovery.
Saundra nods her head as if to say, “Please, push that thing!” Eagerly, I press down on the button and we are pleased to see the elevator immediately glide to a halt, and the doors open. I can’t help it; I think, “Duh, Julie!”
Saundra and I grab our suitcases and exit the glass box into the hallway. I turn around to see if the angel is going to follow us, but, he does not. Instead, he says to me, “Don’t be a tourist in your own life. The world needs you to really experience it.”
So, it isn’t a glass ceiling, Sisters. It’s an elevator!
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I’ve been reflecting on this extraordinary meditation for a week now. Those few sentences uttered by our companion angel offer plenty of transformative dynamite. Innumerable, the times, places, and relationships where I was a tourist in my own life. Not really involved, not really a part of the community, not really experiencing much at all. Suspecting somehow that my offering, whatever I might have to give, would be woefully inadequate.
It’s easy to miss the whole ride, isn’t it? Maybe I’m not the only one here who’s sometimes far too obligated to do anything but move frenetically from one thing to the next. Busy. We’re all busy. Sometimes it seems I live year after year at a pace that pits human matter against the lightning speed of digital technology. Literally sprinting through life, I wonder, “How much faster can we go? How much more can we do in an hour? How many more tasks can be crammed into a 15 minute block on our calendars?”
At the same time there is such a falling away… When I look at my own life, the transformation is stunning. From one year to the next, or even one day to the next, it’s hard to keep up. Details, people, relationships, seem to be falling away like the leaves on a tree... The Great Energetic Gardner in the Sky pulling life’s pieces up by the roots… relationships, projects, jobs, living locations and previous intentions… and all of a sudden I’m undergoing radical transformation once again. Maybe my life isn’t the only cosmic soil being worked? Is it happening to you, too?
My saucy friend Saundra, who rode the visionary glass elevator during my meditation says that we’re experiencing a deathing process. I can’t help but wonder what the intelligence of the universe will plant in the vacant spaces created by the deathing? What new roots will sink into us? What is germinating? What wants to emerge from us?
Something new must be coming because the deathing going on in so many women’s lives is creating a huge energetic womb space. Is it about the approach of 2012? I don’t really know. But the vacancy is as palpable as the sense of expectation.
It has been said, 2011 is the year of the feminine… the year we, and she, will become visible. Is a great feminine tree springing up in the center of us, rooting through each of us into the earth, from the earth and back to the limitless sky… knitting us all into its roots and branches? One thing is for sure… the feminine will be nourished by our good will, love and appreciation for place and community.
The good news is we can take a deep breath together right now. There are many hands. We only become Super Women when we work together. Changing the world will require all of us.
On vacation the only way to really experience a place is to slow down… get off the homogenized tour and really live in the community… eat at the local diner instead of a multi-national restaurant chain. Get to know the people… develop relationships... experience the traditions. Memorize the landscape… essentially have a love affair with the location and its culture.
Saundra has observed that into these more relaxed living spaces, we are incorporating a whole new energy… discernment. Discernment is a good sign, I think. It comes to us after a period of childlike innocence. We become discerning when new responsibilities are in the offing, and we’ve had enough experiences to be wiser, maybe even shrewd.
It is an honor to be here in this moment with you… searching with spiritual eyes for a new way to live as one.... allowing ourselves… encouraging each other to serve where we are called by the wisdom of our own souls… serving the