Change is in the Air

The weather has been the usual Tempest this time of year. Rainy, hot, cold and snowy randomly present themselves like some weird weather lottery. I literally look outside and need to ask myself, “NOW what is the weather?” Because in the low mountains of Pennsylvania, the weather can literally change every ten minutes as new clouds tumble over the mountains.

I live someplace called Westmont, which literally means West Mountain. It think a few hundred years ago when the first settlers came to this area, they were Scots searching for something that looked and felt like Northern Scotland so there are many names in the area adopting Scottish names. Westmont is in the Laurel Highlands, which in a few more months will be flush with the bright colors of Laurels in bloom.

But I digress. Back to the weather. One day it is pouring a cold steady rain, where it is completely miserable for bipeds to go outside. The overflowing gutters outside my window remind me that soon I need to clean out the gutters and flower beds to get ready for the flowers and the pretty parts of spring. In the rain, the robins dance around the yard singing and searching for the proverbial early worm. The robins are rather portly in my yard, with their bright red breasts. I can imagine some of them wearing a vest and a pocket watch as they strut around.

Every morning now for over two weeks when I sit and write by one window on the second floor, a robin likes to perch on a maple tree maybe ten feet from me, staring at me. I take it from him that he wants me to get on with the day, and to welcome each day with enthusiasm.

I like to sit at that window now in the mornings to watch the sun rise. I’ve been getting up before the sun breaks the horizon, when there are just the hints of color hitting the clouds on the horizon. One of my cats has taken it upon herself to wake me at this time with her loud meows to get up and let her onto the porch. I have to give her a firm “not now” as I settle into a meditation to await the golden/orange sun. This morning, this kitty decided to settle in front of my crossed legs as I meditated to wait me out for this weird ritual. A second cat sat as sentry behind me purring loudly as I breathed and engaged in my meditation.

Today, my meditation included the spark of God, which means imagining a straw-like tunnel that God, in the form of sparks of pure light and love and energy comes from the sun into this imagined straw-like structure. I breathe it in, compressing my breath and then letting my breath fill my mind, making my whole head buzz. Then I release my breath in a firm exhale and imagine that energy surrounding me in a sphere.

Each time I breathed, the sphere expanded, being filled with a golden sparkly light. First, it surrounded the bed where I sat with the cats. Then, in the next breath, the entire bedroom was filled with the balloon-like expansion of the golden light. Then, the bubble expanded with breaths, encapsulating the entire house, followed by the yard. Then, I imagined my mind is pulled up high in the air. I left the bubble and found I was no longer on the inside but on the outside looking down.

I saw my house get smaller and smaller as I flew higher and higher and higher with each breath, as though each exhale propelled me higher and higher. It felt like I was seeing Google Earth real time with my mind. Each time I breathed, this view of the Earth is covered in this same golden sparkly light. It was that same loving light I imagined from the sun, and from God or Source or Ehyeh, (a divine, sacred name for God) or whatever you would like to call the Creator of all.

Then when the meditation had ended, I let both cats out onto the screened porch to watch the robins and chipmunks and squirrels with their morning activities.

Besides it being early Spring where the weather is changing rapidly and flowers and trees are beginning to bud, I feel as though change is in the air globally as well. Right now I feel as though while I sit self-quarantined in my house looking out at the flower beds and trees, that there is an electric energy in the air and magic is beginning to happen.

It is an exciting time. It feels like that potential, that time where a seed deep in the ground is hit with Source, with divine energy, the divine spark of light and soon it will begin to burst forth a little seedling or shoot for new life. This indeed is a very exciting time. I feel this Spring and Summer will be very, very different (in a good way) from past Springs and Summers. Change is in the air.

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