It seems so many have lost their way from nature and earth. One does not need to live in the country either to be connected to the natural world on a daily basis. Having said that, just because one lives in the country doesn't mean they act in partnership with nature.
While I have never lost touch with nature, I have felt internal urgings of late to place myself in very specific places here on my farm. One place that keeps coming into my internal movie - commonly called my head or inner vision - is the large Savannah Oak on top of Donkey Hill. This is a magical, powerful place for me. From it's vantage point, the farm floats. I rarely come right out and tell people the farm floats, but it does. It's not a secret, it's just an experience I savor for myself and translate only in color layers in paintings.
I too have been known to float, another experience I have shared with only a few close, understanding people. I have been doing it since I was a child. My first memory of floating off was when I would take a bath, and even though my body was still there, I was somewhere else, just...floating. Not flying, not doing anything, just resonating and floating. I never told anyone for years about floating, and sensed it was not "normal". But I liked it, a lot.
But I began to understand through fellow floaters that I am here on Earth, now, to be a a spirit in a human body, not the other way around. My time here has meaning, and if I am going to float, it should be put to good use. Floating to regain composure in angst or sadness is positive. But to float away to escape is not something I aspire to anymore.
You would think that on a farm, 100% of my interactions are with nature. But like all of you, I am faced with finding balance as a farmer-artist-writer-wife-daughter-friend-worker bee-blogger-marketer...and soul.
I spend a lot of time laying my hands on my animals. What a beautiful, meaningful life I am living. But I am having real urges to spend more time with the Savannah Oak this year. I want to press my back on her waist, letting her arms wrap me and her leaf hands lay on me, healing me.
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I've always wanted to fly, like a bird, floating along with the breeze. Lucky you!
Well, it's not flying - and floating is the only way to put it into words- right now. It's more like just being a spirit without a body...it's really hard to describe.
I want to float.
Wow....I understand completely about floating! I rarely tell people either....weird looks....I float as a form of meditation.....to refocus my life....to put myself into a creative state.
whoa. i float, but in dreams....all the time...it's very strange and i never told a soul. so i get it. that's why i bought the floating farm print.
I've been following your blog for a while and I just put a link to your workshop in my blog. I was talking about animals, art, and healing and I think your workshop is a great way for people to experience that. Here's my blog, in case you want to check it out www.animalshelpheal.blogspot.com. I hope that your workshop is a success for everyone involved. I hope everyone has a chance to "float to healing"
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