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Whispers On A Gentle Breeze
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The rain has finally begun. As I sit under the shade tree in my favorite chair, I have been feeling its promise all morning. The breeze was at first warm but followed by a cool current that felt beautiful upon my skin. As I sit here I watch all of my Motherís creatures that bless me with their presence every day.
The chickens are walking around, pecking at bugs on the ground. The cats are lying in the sun with the dog, blissfully happy. The neighborís guineas are also welcomed as they wander around looking for a meal. I am blessed by the presence of a trio of red headed woodpeckers that have landed on the chair backs of the patio furniture and of the blue jays chirping loudly on the fence. The squirrels are playing tag above my head and I wonder, laughingly, when one will fall into my lap.
This is life. This is my Sunday. Sundays seem spiritual to me. I close my eyes and clear my mind. I take a deep breath and smell the wet, rain-laden breeze. Nothing could be more beautiful, so peaceful. Something is nagging me from one of the recesses deep in my mind. This day, this atmosphere, it reminds me of another day, long ago. I canít put my finger on it. It seems so long ago. It brings a smile to my lips.
I think of life and I wonder. Do others enjoy this level of peacefulness? Do they, can they just sit and listen to what the Universe wishes to tell you? Do all of the others on this Earth, rushing from here to there understand that what they are searching for is right here?
Why is it that we are so absorbed with the constant feeling of never having enough? Why do we always need bigger, better and more? When we finally stop and let the quiet overtake us, when we realize that we have everything we need, when we truly appreciate what we already have, then we own the world. Itís an overwhelming feeling. The possibilities are endless. You can have and do anything you want.
You have to be able to stop. You have to have the faith that everything you will ever need will be yours. You have to believe in yourself, to just let go. Everything will be okay. Everything will turn out just as it was meant to be, with or without your interference. No one ever notices, but we really donít control much at all. We should all learn that lesson when we lay the best plans and things still go awry.
I watch, I listen, I counsel. They all come to me at some point. They ask questions, I give answers as I see them. I ask the Goddess to guide them. They trust me with their innermost thoughts and feelings. I try to teach. They donít understand the quiet and the solitude will lead them to the answers. I believe that somewhere in their thoughts they think I may be a little bit crazy. Still they ask their questions. They all long to come to my home. They long to feel the peacefulness. To witness the fact that it is okay not to have the TV on or the stereo blaring.
Itís okay here. They do not know I am a witch. I bake, I cook, and I grow herbs. I heal. I listen. I do not concoct teas for love or for prosperity. I just listen. I let the peacefulness and the love that emanates from here heal them. Itís obvious that they feel it. They always ask, ďWhen can we come to your house again?Ē It makes me feel needed, important. I donít pry. I donít question. I just sit and silently welcome their thoughts. They know without being told that they can trust me.
How did I become this person? I ask myself this a lot. It doesnít really matter, I suppose. I have just developed this sense of other peopleís needs, of their suffering, of their burdens they need to share. I always have the same message. Just leave it alone. It will work itself out just the way it should. It may not be the way you want it to be, but itís the way itís supposed to be. I find that when you meddle into the affairs of the God and Goddess you make things harder on yourself.
People have a sense of the way things are supposed to be. They have a plan as to how their life is supposed to work. When things donít go according to plan they are devastated. I believe it is the reason for all the substance abuse, the domestic abuse and the depression and anxiety in our lives. No one ever told you that you need to let go. Everything will be okay.
People who come to me have these problems. Even if I canít help them solve them I try to open a path. A path of understanding and forgiveness. I think when they begin to understand they return. They want to move further along. Itís up to them though. They have to begin walking on the path. One person asked me the other day if I was aware that I tended to change people. I asked how so. He told me to just watch others around me. Iíve been watching.
So, as I sit here this Sunday morning waiting for the rain to cleanse our Mother Earth, I think of the memory that is tickling my mind. It seems to be someone whispering to me, telling me to remember all of the good in the past. I donít need to think of one specific incident. I remember. Being gently guided down this path toward the woman Iíve become. Of being left alone to wander this path, to learn my lessons on the way. I remember why I see the good in others, to see the potential in them that they cannot see. I remember the whispers that tell me to just be quiet and listen, the answers will be revealed when they are meant to be. ďHave patience, my child. Donít be in such a hurry that you miss all the beauty that surrounds you, Ē my Mother whispers to me.
The Goddess, she is my teacher. I gently follow her down this worn path. I know that only a few are chosen and I feel honored. She has called my name. I am here to teach others her lessons. To teach them to be gentle, to love one another, to not judge others too harshly. I am trusted to teach them to take care of our Mother and all of the creatures that dwell upon her. We are the caregivers. I lead a small army toward the peace and forgiveness that this world needs. We may be small but our voices will be heard, gently on that cool, wet breeze I feel today.
Love to all of my fellow witches. I hope you feel as loved and blessed as I do.
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