Energy lines up with matter. I’m hearing “It’s a spectrum.” Ok, thank you for this information. And I ask: where’s the inspiration? What part of this process is inspiration? “It’s all inspiration!” Nothing—no thing—is not inspired. And that means it’s connected to Spirit.
That dialogue came through (was inspired) in my silent meditation. My brain-body is not enjoying meditating to words or music. Right now it’s about silence. So much is heard in silence. So much connects through silence.
I was shopping for a few gifts and blue napkins for my Turtle presentation. In Home Goods I wandered and started to focus on the napkins. I wandered clear across the store to a display that was facing the wall. (That store can be cluttered in places.) I looked down and saw a blue package. I pulled it out from under the stack and it has a turtle image on it! I was tickled! Turtle and I found each other and that was my intent!
At my hair salon I saw a Woodinville Magazine and picked it up though I rarely read magazines. But something told me to open it, read it. Last night I read about Molbak’s nursery expanding. The Gardens District will be “biophilic“—using architecture built with a special emphasis on creating the experience of being in nature.
I read about Eastrail bike trails being expanded on our Eastside.
I read about my friend Alexa and her Hawthorn Farm in The Homestead Down the Street: Imagining a New Suburbia. She speaks of “integrity in the suburbs”, how humans “connect to landscapes”, and the urgent need for “systemic change.”
And in between the wine/farm/schoolhouse district ads I read an article by friend Tom Quigley, President of Sammamish Valley Alliance who says our connection to water and to soil is in our DNA and can be a spiritual experience. When I worked for him years ago he would not have been so open about using that language. I’m so proud of his leadership in this valley.
That I was drawn to this magazine reflecting past Transition Woodinville (Rob Hopkin’s seeds planted) values tickles me! I had been disgruntled (yes, a rainbow spectrum of emotion moves through me) about the Arabian horse acreage being scraped off the face of the earth. What was once full green space is now now flat brown. Does this mean we live with development? That once the old is torn down we build with new green values?
And in this current of unintentional intention I was shopping in a department store yesterday and four women complimented me on my hair coloring. They were so happy about telling me this and—I was tickled!
I am thanking the magazine right now!
