Yesterday, in a Rosen session, I encountered this place of childhood fear that we each have, the place that knows we are vulnerable. I felt still there and also like a scared little mouse running from an eagle or hawk, but then, I was picked up in the talons of the eagle, a huge Golden Eagle and lifted up to its nest. I felt safe in the nest and looked over the side at all that is above, around, and below. I felt the eagle as god, and I don't capitalize because I think we all are manifestations of, oh, okay, of God. I found a place of safety in the nest. That nest is always available to me if I remember to look, request, ask.
We live in rapidly changing times. Yesterday I felt overwhelmed with technology and bureaucracy and the modern world. I spoke with my son and we were both ready to move to some place of calm that may have never existed. He was sitting in an airport waiting for a flight, reading National Geographic, responding to an article on 21st-century hunter-gatherers and their "idyllic" life. I said it is as old as the story of Cain and Abel, the settled world of agriculture that led to "civilization" vs. the nomadic life of the shepherd. I think that conflict still haunts each of us to some degree.
I sit with all this, calm today, having felt a primeval fear and also accepted that all is as it should be within me. Peace does begin at home.
The buds swell imperceptibly without hurry or confusion, as if the short spring day were an eternity.
- Henry David Thoreau