She looked into me: 'Transformation'
she said. Over and over. I am a Transformer. She didn't know that.
Beloveds,
sometimes I sigh. And I chuckle. And in this time, I looked up and said, ‘really?’
But in these exact now times, my bones and fluids knew: YES
Of course.
As you all here know, I’m leaving the land of subtropics. Two weeks now.
South. Not Tasmania (the great southern land breathing closer to Antarctica than I’d like to spend a winter within, in my van), rather, to a rural(ish) area near vineyards in Victoria. In a warm housesit on acreage for 6.5 weeks.
With brumbies. And a Siberian Husky and Groodle (=bear dog). And a catty.
So when my friend spoke to me, learning forward with her brown eyes gently searing into my pineal gland, and reminded me - on repeat - about Transformation, I got it. Sometimes I can be s l o w.
We are on the cusp, dear Ones. It’s a long cusp. A very edge-ful cusp.
But it’s here.
now.
And it’s time.
Not time to panic. Time to choose and time to stand still and then to move incisively forward. Photon by photon. Choice by choice. Love by love.
Clarity by clarity.
Exhale . . .
I’m typing this hours before the Solstice. You will be reading it afterwards.
The axis stills . . . Earth holds her breath.
Choice point, vibrating right through you.
Transformer I am. Unfortunate name, yet that’s what my Spiritual Teacher called it. He Trained 50 of us, globally. That’s it. Decades ago; these times ~
And I’m standing here right now in this turn of the weave, in this eye of the needle, as we r e a c h and we ask and we weep and we yearn with every wave form within us:
what do you want?
I mean it
Bottom line. right now. get your head out of the way and gently lay your panic aside. exhale ~
be the stillness and the thrum and the compassion of sandstone and the aching call of the humpbacks (the whales, not those of us with scoliosis), and the tender caress of the sun rippled seagrasses, and the enfolding love of Grandmother mangrove ~
listen, within every space between every cell, and tell me
what you want. who you are. what you are choosing to travel to and create. Now.
can you hear the sound, between the spaces in you ~ ?
the sound current
Transformation Sessions have unfurled. Three individual spaces.
Over four Sessions, each one of you. Between July 21 - August 28
Read more, stay in your body, listen to your breath and notice your presence:
If this is for you, now, reach out to me. Set this up now, so that we can begin within the riverbanks available to us, held by land/s and warm mammals.
All my love,
Narelle xo
Know that I love you. Know that I see you. Know that I hold us all
woman of the sea