The meditation mound was also a respite on the journey to the cliffs. Physically and metaphorically. So, rested, onward she proceeded up the path to the cliffs.
The path that was outside the fence line. It paralleled the path inland on the other side of the north field. This particular route was not for the faint of heart. She was not a fan of heights but knew this climb was necessary to reach her magical spot. It was a short pilgrimage of sorts. At least the path was close enough to the fence line that she could reach out for support if needed.
She had suffered from vertigo throughout her life and being at a certain height brought back the feeling of being knocked off center, of falling without really falling. She pushed through it by remaining fully present with each footfall and realized she was safe with each step she took. All the time, knowing the land would take care of her. Soon enough, she rounded the corner where the path turned inland. She was proud of herself for braving the climb to reach the place she was most excited to see.
As she crested the top of the hill, she saw that everything was exactly as it should be. It was how it had been for thirty plus years. It was as it had evolved to be. This space had been her space and hers alone. She had not shared it in any meditations or writings. She had not told a soul about it, until now.
She turned around and took in the view; the fields, buildings, beach, and ocean. It was a perfect panoramic shot.
She turned back to the space at the top of the cliff. It was a moment of retrospection, as well as a quick rest from the climb. So much had led up to this instant in time and space. She had had to let go of, surrender to, and be open to receiving, everything. To say she was proud of herself, well, that would be spot on. She felt inspired by her own life.
The cliffs were a place you met your ancestors and elders. A place of counsel and a place where you truly met yourself. At the top of the path was a perfect circle of cleared land. Trees surrounded it to the north and east, and the cliffs were to the west. She would have to put some kind of a barrier on the inside of the cliffs to make it a safe spot for all. It surely was a long way down into the ocean below. But this space wasn’t about the height or the view. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what made this piece of the property so special. It must have had to do with its energy, the connection to something, someone and somewhere beyond the material.
She had sat with her late mother here, played with her inner child, and sat with her father after he had passed. She had been a part of the circle with elders and her spirit guides. And, she had also sat in the circle alone. Many hours had been spent with her future self sitting at the cliff’s edge, speaking of the space between them. How would she travel this path to this exact moment?
She rested for a while with the energy of the cliffs. Convening with the life force of those passed from this world, those of this world, and those yet to be. They all kept sharing the same message.
She was to create and host a space where positive change was inevitable in each and every moment. To do so, it must fully come from the heart. No more, no less. An eco-system without judgment and with clarity, where conflict and disagreement would be softened with love. Where space would be held so gently that all could hear their hearts and souls. Where those who came learned to walk tenderly on mother earth and hold all of nature, including themselves, in a compassionate embrace. Where the horses would be central and walk beside humanity. Equus. Equal to us. To achieve this, she must live this. This would be the World Sanctuary’s motto. This would be their ethos.
She sat quietly and breathed into the message. Absorbed it into her being. Tears began to slowly flow from her eyes and find their way pulled to mother earth. Watering her with the words, I am here. I am home. It’s time to get started.
It was hard to leave this precious moment. A few more deep breaths and a promise to return as soon as possible, she stood up and shook herself back to the physical world. Then she headed to the shallow woods in the southeast, towards the human path on the other side of the north paddock.
She stopped for a quick look around the gardens behind the house, which for now was a fertile looking plot of bare land. But she knew this area would one day become a large community garden area. A garden that would serve those that visited, those that lived there, and those that lived nearby. It would be a collaboration amongst all, tending the land and honouring the harvest. Working as one with mother nature.
She peeked at her phone for the time and realized her timing was perfect. She had just a moment for a quick snack before the estate agent arrived. Her timing was perfect. What a funny thing to think. When had the timing not been perfect on this journey?
The path that was outside the fence line. It paralleled the path inland on the other side of the north field. This particular route was not for the faint of heart. She was not a fan of heights but knew this climb was necessary to reach her magical spot. It was a short pilgrimage of sorts. At least the path was close enough to the fence line that she could reach out for support if needed.
She had suffered from vertigo throughout her life and being at a certain height brought back the feeling of being knocked off center, of falling without really falling. She pushed through it by remaining fully present with each footfall and realized she was safe with each step she took. All the time, knowing the land would take care of her. Soon enough, she rounded the corner where the path turned inland. She was proud of herself for braving the climb to reach the place she was most excited to see.
As she crested the top of the hill, she saw that everything was exactly as it should be. It was how it had been for thirty plus years. It was as it had evolved to be. This space had been her space and hers alone. She had not shared it in any meditations or writings. She had not told a soul about it, until now.
She turned around and took in the view; the fields, buildings, beach, and ocean. It was a perfect panoramic shot.
She turned back to the space at the top of the cliff. It was a moment of retrospection, as well as a quick rest from the climb. So much had led up to this instant in time and space. She had had to let go of, surrender to, and be open to receiving, everything. To say she was proud of herself, well, that would be spot on. She felt inspired by her own life.
The cliffs were a place you met your ancestors and elders. A place of counsel and a place where you truly met yourself. At the top of the path was a perfect circle of cleared land. Trees surrounded it to the north and east, and the cliffs were to the west. She would have to put some kind of a barrier on the inside of the cliffs to make it a safe spot for all. It surely was a long way down into the ocean below. But this space wasn’t about the height or the view. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what made this piece of the property so special. It must have had to do with its energy, the connection to something, someone and somewhere beyond the material.
She had sat with her late mother here, played with her inner child, and sat with her father after he had passed. She had been a part of the circle with elders and her spirit guides. And, she had also sat in the circle alone. Many hours had been spent with her future self sitting at the cliff’s edge, speaking of the space between them. How would she travel this path to this exact moment?
She rested for a while with the energy of the cliffs. Convening with the life force of those passed from this world, those of this world, and those yet to be. They all kept sharing the same message.
She was to create and host a space where positive change was inevitable in each and every moment. To do so, it must fully come from the heart. No more, no less. An eco-system without judgment and with clarity, where conflict and disagreement would be softened with love. Where space would be held so gently that all could hear their hearts and souls. Where those who came learned to walk tenderly on mother earth and hold all of nature, including themselves, in a compassionate embrace. Where the horses would be central and walk beside humanity. Equus. Equal to us. To achieve this, she must live this. This would be the World Sanctuary’s motto. This would be their ethos.
She sat quietly and breathed into the message. Absorbed it into her being. Tears began to slowly flow from her eyes and find their way pulled to mother earth. Watering her with the words, I am here. I am home. It’s time to get started.
It was hard to leave this precious moment. A few more deep breaths and a promise to return as soon as possible, she stood up and shook herself back to the physical world. Then she headed to the shallow woods in the southeast, towards the human path on the other side of the north paddock.
She stopped for a quick look around the gardens behind the house, which for now was a fertile looking plot of bare land. But she knew this area would one day become a large community garden area. A garden that would serve those that visited, those that lived there, and those that lived nearby. It would be a collaboration amongst all, tending the land and honouring the harvest. Working as one with mother nature.
She peeked at her phone for the time and realized her timing was perfect. She had just a moment for a quick snack before the estate agent arrived. Her timing was perfect. What a funny thing to think. When had the timing not been perfect on this journey?
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