Through Chaotic Storms

Adrenaline shot
calms me down
paradoxical mess
gives a rest
to this racing heart
flowing winds
the time has come
to Be, through it all
sweet calm
centre of the storm
realities converge
in the upside down
of fallen kingdoms
ancient race
unwinding, unwinding
through time and space.

See the connections
revealing fruits,
of the sacred labour
on birthing trees.

Channels, opened
doors through the night
from darkness we are ready
to emerge,
the Light.

* * *

Yesterday, I was down at the Montezuma farmer’s market; a racing, bustling melting pot of energies; locals and tourists alike all pouncing on the baskets, overflowing with the abundant fresh produce of these tropical soils.

I spot a dear friend of mine, gracefully loading a cardboard box with apples. The small, sweet ones, that I grate into my spiced ginger and fennel-seed oatmeal, as a treat, when I’m calling for the flavours of European orchards to be muddled into my jungle home.

I say a dear friend, but we’ve only really met three times; when she’s come to watch me play music at Indigena CafĂ©. The last time she was there, she gifted me a beautiful skirt and blouse (I don’t often buy clothes, so a new outfit, particularly given I’m out performing a lot these days, was much appreciated).

And she told me to ask spirit for the way forward with publishing my book. She is a writer, and she has no telephone. We’ve exchanged emails, but somehow there’s been no need for the written or the verbal; mere telepathic glimpses into each other’s lives and the soothing sensations that spark every time we hug, are sufficient. They tell stories, of other places, and other worlds, and the language beyond words.

We hug, a long deep embrace, in the centre of that bustling market space, and for seconds that seem like hours I’m oblivious to the wild currents of that sea of people, of the need to race for my greens before they’re taken, of the weight of the bags slung over my shoulders, food for the family.

Peace and stillness manifests within, and you know, it’s always there. Sometimes, it’s just nice to be reminded of that, by pure loving souls, who you feel are truly whole; there’s nothing in their touch that claws at your energy, there’s just the energy of unconditional giving. We communicate so much through unspoken contact. Flesh on flesh. Cells colliding. So let’s be mindful of how we touch.

And remember, peace and stillness is always within. It manifests when we connect with our wholeness, total presence in the moment, the eternal moment which encompasses all and contains all we need.

And that presence and wholeness is something to cultivate in our everyday lives. Each moment. In seemingly mundane tasks of arranging the home, doing the laundry, watering the plants; in the chaos of busy places, when we think we’re in a rush, but actually, that’s just our mind’s perception of time. The soul moves at the perfect pace.

The more we live in ritual appreciation of each second, the more our lives become a living, breathing, dynamic meditation, that brings us closer to a sense of oneness, and connection with the infinite whole.

Stillness through the chaos.

Connecting with spirit is not about doing countless medicine ceremonies; and our level of spiritual development is not measured by how still we can sit in meditation in a perfectly calm space with the blissful scent of incense cleansing our minds.

It’s about how we live our everyday lives.

Each moment is the ceremony.

Wishing you a peaceful Sunday.

~ Cara

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Entrepreneur, earth warrior, storyteller and lawyer, with a mission to promote ways of living more harmoniously with nature and with each other.

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