Deep down within the depths of the interconnected root system resides the wisdom of my soul, which has gained infinite knowledge from multiple lifetimes. Despite the thin vail that exists at the current time I seem unable, or perhaps unwilling, to look beyond the immediate. Perhaps this isn’t the right time. There is more work to be done in this current lifetime before I am ready to receive and download the immense quantity that will come through when I am ready.

Perhaps, to remove the blocks that prevent the download of any new material, I need an analysis of the previous programmes that no longer serve me and should be relegated to the rubbish bin to make room for the awaiting paradigm shift. Those programmes that I can see easily, such as ‘I am not enough’ or ‘I am not worthy’ are immediately obvious programmes that should be ceremonially dumped. But what others are lurking that are less easy to perceive? This requires a patience within myself to allow the feelings to emerge through the surrounding silence. What I feel within that painful silence is that I am not living my own life. I stepped into the pre-moulded shoes of another. These shoes, whilst beautiful, don’t quite fit and they aren’t mine. I’ve been one of the ugly sisters, who jumped at the chance and squashed her feet into these shoes that are too small and they are beginning to cripple my movement and stifle my journey. I disguised myself so well, even I thought those shoes were mine, but all the time I was embodying someone else’s life.

The programming I need to dump then is the needing to be what others want me to be, rather than being myself. To be myself and listen to what I want, isn’t even a question I knew I could ask; so bound and gagged had my own soul been for this lifetime thus far. I cannot even imagine being free from the dependence of fulfilling the dreams of others, including the true owner of those beautiful shoes. If I let this need go, I can step into the life I was destined for. Discover who it is I am meant to be. To ignite my own flame and burn my own soul’s candle. This candle runs deep and has wisdom I cannot even begin to conceive, yet on some level, I know it is there.

Poised on a high cliff, I feel wing buds erupting from my scapulae and I trust that in time, I will know when it is my time to take flight. Sooring with a freedom and not tethered by others, my own master and free to share what I can see from this new vantage point. It is the freedom that exists within my own heart that I yearn for. Freedom to love and be loved unconditionally as I am as my true self. I can then be free to shift towards the health of the whole. To embrace a community and to remember the wisdom of the earth that is longing to be embraced and shared.

The lore of the land: Stories told. Wounds healed. To be seen. Honoured. Loved. Remembered. Shared. Celebrated. My own soul feels just the same. Perhaps that is why I feel entwined with the Earth; we both share a need for the same things.