Here we are 11/20/20. Just right here. RIght here in this moment just like when your cat or dog engages with you. They are ever present in the moment. Not thinking of the cat nextdoor that crossed the fence line yesterday or what they are going to be doing in 20 minutes. Instead they are right there in the moment Being with you.
I highlight this because I have done a lot of explaining to animals during 2020 about what is going on their people and why they are distracted. Animals also want me to explain the reason for the unease and uncertainty in the collective energy field and how it affects their people directly. And now with the holidays approaching and the worldwide quarantines the animals notice the energetic collective upheaval coupled with the natural world's cyclical slowing down and turning inwards. There is curiosity from the animals of why their humans can't be present and allow the emotions - the energy that wants to be in motion in the moment, to move by acknowledgement, by expression, by allowing so people can get back to being in present.
The natural world is also providing glorious examples of honoring one's own cycles and following the impulse within our bodies and allowing the natural unfolding of life to embrace us. As trees release their hold on their leaves and the leaves dance down to the earth it feels as if there is a big exhale and a settling in. Here in Seattle we are on the tail end of migrations of following that deep instinctual drive within. Allowing the impulse to fly, to burrow or to swim to move wild animals to return to more hospitality environments or to home. Just like the animals are suggesting with the emotions by allowing the impulse of the emotion to return you home to you in this moment.
I end here with love and gratitude and the beautiful poem Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.