My oldest son, by 10 minutes Sebastian is visiting this Wednesday for five days. He’s coming out with Carson his significant other because they are thinking of making the great Midwest expedition as well, and both of them wanted to see what Minnesota was like in the winter. Honestly, I think they are going to be disappointed, along with many native residents of the state. Global warming has altered this once arctic climate. There were only about 6 days this entire winter season that I could see my breath when I exhaled. The ice houses have been cleared off the lakes. Betty and Sue and Mary Anne are starting their seedlings. Even the great state of Minnesota has had to make space in its heart for a warmer, wetter, less wooly winter climate.
I’m glad for the spaciousness, it mimics a wide, clear open space within myself that I’ve been cultivating since I arrived here; fallow ground upon which I can invite, foster and nurture significant change. The space to become without the constriction of old wounds, negative emotion, old conditioned patterns of belief. My heart is free to unconditionally love, first myself, then the light within me, then others. It’s a blissful feeling unencumbered by the rigors of denial, delusion and self-doubt. Honestly, I can feel it within me.
In the next 10 days I am going to be announcing new partnerships for this blogsite that will open me up, and hopefully a whole bunch of others, to the power of cultivating space, especially space around the heart. It promises to be a bright, buoyant and I believe sometimes boisterous experience. As the community expands, so do our hearts; upholding, uplifting and supporting one another through inevitable, uncontrollable, oftentimes unfathomable change. Wide-open, I find myself loved, loveable, loving.