On the last FullMoon, we started by open eyes meditation indoor, by the window… Beautyful Moon, beautyful Light. On the next Night I meditated alone from the same window.
A Mouse came, on both Nights, collecting the left overs from the little Birds, small, and speedy… just in front of the window.
After the second night, I woke up early, with my head talking, talking much. Apart from the talking head, everything was fine. Fire was on, fine fresh Air coming in, the Crow was singing, the Blackbird was sitting on his branch, everything was perfect. Still the head kept talking.
Back to the Now, back to the Now…
I suddenly remembered the Mouse, active on both Nights.
Maybe what it had shown us, maybe its message was “Do not think, do!” ?? 🙂
“”Some time ago I got a funny thing in my mind: could it be possible? Where did it come from? Was I all of a sudden kind of a genious? I was excited! I told my boyfriend…. “Hey! I have invented a new word, CORTICOIDE, don*t you think it sounds good, strange, and funny? Corticoide, corticoide, it sounds amazing, what thing could the name be given to?” We laughed and considered… I was “proud”, I love words with “funny sound”….
The day went on, and almost passed. I collected some clothes from the washing machine, and…NO, NO, NO! To my horror, there it stood, printed on an old cotton bag from Germany: it was publicity for a medicine! And (worse) in all that time I had never noticed it before!
I was sad, and a little ashamed: the magic word was just advertising! Corticoide… (I still do love the word) brought a lesson with. It showed me the strong power of the unconcious mind, which had picked it, hiding it from my concious. This is how we get “sold”, oh yes, we know…..And… Let’s surround ourselves with good healing words instead.
I went Home to where I was born, Roots, my Land, my Rocks, my Sea, my Plants, my views…finding pieces of myself everywhere, puzzle, memories, and new…
Home was the heavy Rain on that blowing afternoon in the Forest, and the thick Fog silently rolling down the Hills. Home was the Church bells blowing our Heads, Home was forcing through cold strong Wind, Home was meeting you after a whole Life had passed, Home was the humble and ugly cafe where I go every time, and the few other ones, Home was sitting on the floor playing with the old Doggy, Home was preparing cup, sugar, and cakes for you in the morning, Home was laughing of silly things feeling silly, and keeping your secret, Home was avoiding beggars, and feeling unsure, Home was Colours, Sun, Light and Bliss, and smog and stress, and reality, Home was many hugs and many kisses, and the promise of meeting again…
I had now been praying to meet an Owl for two years, and it finally happened. It was late afternoon, and I had just met a Snake, and a Fox, after a ceremony on the sacred Stones. A good good day it was.
Back on the little path, turning around, there was this amazing Being, watching. Small, white and light brown, lots of fur, still, amazing, two meters up. A deep wave of gratefulness touched me. We looked at each other, time ceased to exist, a moment of deep deep Communication, a moment of Bliss…
Its total Presence, its total Awareness, its total Peace, and its total Stilness… It was like meeting a Buddha, or an Angel, with the Owl’sdress.