Soul Adventures LuxmiH: Gardening is my favorite moving-meditation; particularly when things in the world around me are not going according to my plan. In this blog my life experience shares how life we shape, shift and transform everyday energy from’ insight’ out.
Garden Party Pooper: I like to take time out by working in my garden on Sunday mornings. It
becomes a moving meditation. One Sunday morning while working in my garden I was feeling downhearted over my life purpose not yet come to fruition. It seemed as if I was never going to contribute to the world by helping to make a difference in the lives of others. Oh woe is me; I felt like a life-purpose party pooper. (Reminds me of a silly childhood song, “Nobody loves me everybody hates me guess I’ll go eat worms… ”)
A Bugs Eye-View
I know very well that everything and everyone is energy. So while you might have seen me in my garden as an unfashionable, brooding, woman wearing muddy clothing and grubby, old garden shoes, can you imagine the dense energy that the flowers and butterflies were bombarded with? To an onlooker I might appear to be on a mission, in high-gear, darting around the garden like a squirrel gathering nuts for the winter. Instead of imparting and receiving good vibrations, I’m buzzing around in a gardening frenzy, planting, digging, pruning; only stopping briefly to decide what needs to be done next. From an insect’s energy-perspective, I am vibrating at a destructive spiraling tornado frequency, to be avoided at all costs.
What’s Not Seen
What’s not seen by a casual observer and the fleeing insect world is that while my body gets a muggy, sauna, Florida work-out, my energetic organism is becoming calmer and better adjusted. Slowly I am regaining balance and equilibrium. My dictatorial mind is subtly soothed by the gentle energies flowing from within the plant kingdom. Hiding behind my sunglasses, my ‘Logic-Left brain’ is distracted by the refreshing environment. During my physical labor, ‘Hagar the
Horrible,’ (my left, critical brain), gets bored so takes a nap. I am left to enjoy the rest of the morning on a well-deserved soul break. Ahhh peace! My soft, sensitive, non-judging, nurturing ‘Right brain’ finally gets a chance to be heard.
Here in my garden in the midst of bees, butterflies and beetles, the demanding, physical labor allows me to become mindfully quiet. I am receptive to the sage inner guidance that quietly floats to the surface of my awareness. From the stillness within, I receive soothing, reassurances from the center of my Soul. My silent right brain, communicates with pictures, memories and insights from who knows where?
As I pull weeds, I remember planting several Bird of Paradise plants over seven years ago. I am particularly fond of these flowers because they remind me of my homeland in Africa. We discovered them almost dead after three years away from our Florida home. Rather than toss them out like abandoned dreams, I rescued them. I transplanted them to another part of the garden where I thought they might thrive. For another two years, I watered, fertilized and eagerly anticipated seeing those exotic bird-like blossoms.
One day with my sister Felicity’s visit, I received a message of hope. (Interestingly, Felicity, means ‘Happy,’) and I was indeed happy to hear her encouraging words, “those plants take a several years to flower after they have been transplanted. You cannot rush them; they’ll flower in Divine Time.” I’d given up on my dream of Bird of Paradise flowers in my garden because past evidence was proof that there were no flowers in all the years of nurturing them.
My sister’s belief in future Bird of Paradise flowers in my garden reinvigorated my dream of having them flower in my garden. Six months later, still no flowers. I decided to let go and let
God. I relaxed and stopped being anxious about them flowering. Then, one day… fourteen months after my sister’s encouragement, seemingly out of nowhere, (now here), there it was! A magnificent Bird of Paradise flower! I was so thrilled that I jumped for joy like a Kenyan, Masai tribesman. A day later a second flower bloomed right next to the first, with a third one on the way. Woo hoo!
God’s Wonderful Delays
I’ve heard it said that God’s delays are not God’s denials. I was exhilarated by the sudden appearance of our seven-year-overnight-success with our Bird of Paradise flowers. This memory was insight from my garden. An encouraging reminder that anxiety is a form of resistance. ‘A watched pot never boils.’ I felt reassured that in divine time, like the Bird of Paradise blooms, my long held dream of contributing to the lives of others will come true; probably when I least expect it.
In the meantime, I continue to share my life lessons so as to enrich others.
My Mission is to promote peace, prosperity and freedom for all, by sharing how we naturally Shape, Shift & Form Everyday Energy from ‘Insight’ out. As each individual becomes empowered there’s a corresponding energetic shift improving life for all on the planet. We are all One-God-Source-Energy
I’d love you to share your insights and feedback. Your contributions are important, to me, as well as to other readers. You never know when your unique perspective will light an ‘aha candle’ in someone else’s life. Let’s light up the world together.