My Magic Moment was taking Bracken (our golden Labrador) into the field. It was like stepping into heaven. The May trees surrounding the field full of blossom, like candy floss. A clear blue sky and the sun lighting up the emerald grasses full of buttercups, forget-me-nots, ragged robin and myriad other wild flowers. Birds singing and Bracken bounding happily through the meadow. Such beauty, such peace, such tranquility and such harmony. From my heart arose such a song of gratitude.

As I wrote of this moment I heard the line:

"As it was in the beginning, is Now and ever shall be."

My magical moment this week rose from the advice of Zara to write a letter or a poem to my new friend horse in the lower world.

As I dive into the Axis Mundi
The energy 
spins me down in a whirlwind of desire.

Wild and dark
In a dashing grey coat
You impatiently greet me 
in my netherworld.

Hooves drumming the air 
Curious nostrils ready to flair 
The unruliness of your raven mane 
could compete with the winds of Maine.

My friend,
You are a vision of free will!
Born into love and loyalty,
an alien to conformity,
You share the gift of your precious and masterful skill 
of following heart
whenever it leads,
Whenever it leads,
It sings as it beats!
 
Thank you for coming to lead me 
away from
my glorious shame of a past.

No longer fooling myself 
in the dance 
of seduction, 
I am done 
with the aimless satisfaction 
of outer world,
that never stops sucking attention 
away from intention.

Now, 
thanks to you, 
I too 
can let the stars brightly shine 
over the mystical path 
that is soulfully mine.

Truth be told
I know all of you, the way that I do
without a word.

Learning to not question a feeling 
is so much joy, 
so appealing! 
Like letting the sun touching the skin 
like knowing in instant who is my kin. 

My friend, my guardian, my child
Let us be free, let us be wild!

@scheherenata

FEATHER
so many hairs make one beautiful unit. light weight comes in many colors
resistance and direction, causes movement in control
soft by touch yet withstanding all weather
many units make the cloth for a being able to fly
magic seen from all angles
intricate and complex, yet simple
beauty

UNIT
what is a unit?
a whole made of many
many can be anything and anyone
it can move things
fitting together
belonging
like a puzzle
small or big
combination of 
a closed combination of things
complete

Belonging means to me today: Being here, being home, knowing that I do belong here now, on this farm and nowhere else.

A moment
Yesterday I wrote a letter to my old home in the town I still own. A letter of gratitude and thanks. Words of longing and attachment came out and that we need to go different paths now and how hard it is to do that - letting go!
This is why I have not sold it yet in 3 years. I have a hard time letting go because that place was my cave, my healing place from break up pain, my finding myself time, my winter resort, my creation of the place together with the place.
I just had not fully fathomed that it is a being. I knew it and I treated it that way, talked to it many times, but when talking to a friend yesterday it struck me that we are 2, the flat and I, and we are in a relationship to which I am deeply attached. A veil opened. An aha-moment.
So, when I wrote the letter, tears welled up, pain and grief was present and then I asked for permission, for one last support to help me let go.
Instantly my old flat showed up, embracing me softly and warmly with so much kindness. And while it held me it started talking to my current home, telling it that it is in good hands with me, expressing trust in me. And it felt like I was handed over. Being held by my now home felt different. Not that full and complete, but more like a unit, fitting together, both not perfect with weak spots to learn about and grow from. Space to create and muse with one another and grow together. A good match.
My old home left.

I feel different and keep on learning about the new relationship I am building together with my home so we both belong.

This is a memorable moment, because something shifted in me. Grief has eased, attachment loosened and I feel more ready to let go, setting the two of us, old flat and me, back into flow where before the relationship was stuck.
Expressing my gratitude and need in the letter to the place opened a space for us to meet, receive help, see anew, create new relationships and settle into belonging.

Plus the happenings of the past days, the courses I take, the talks I have, the life I live are closely woven together, making sense, giving meaning. How wonderful is that? 

Life is full of surprises and Magic Moments. Sometimes I have to remind myself to look for them and acknowledge them. Sometimes they just appear straight in front of my eyes. This morning I connected with Dragonfly, my Creativity Spirit helper to ask for help with a story I am writing. A while ago, in a journey, Dragonfly reminded me that she was still around. I had kind of forgotten about her since I was given Dragonfly as my Creativity Spirit helper way back in 2000 when I, for the first time had a session with a Shamanic practitioner. This was before I started on my own Shamanic path. Today I was looking for some plastic folders in my cupboard when I found a painting, I made 22 years ago. I had totally forgotten about it. Indeed, a Magical Moment. 

 I have learnt that Magic can hide in cupboards. That Magic Moments show up when I least expect them.  That my actions in the past can create Magic Moments in my future.

Finally I did the exercise to sit outside for 20 minutes and observe (the weather was too bad earlier). I lay down on the earth and this is what I wrote afterwards. I write in norwegian, translated it as best I can. I could integrate some of the key words from other writing exercises.

Lying on the ground,
 taken care of Mother Earth,
 calming my mind.
 
 See, listen, smell,
 be here and now,
 embraced by nature.

At low frequencies
I am connected to ALL
 I can feel it.

A bird is singing,
 it goes deep into my heart,
 magic is here.

Almost 2 years ago I had a 4cm mass removed from cavity in my head, close to the left eye and since then I have been losing vision in that eye and anxiety led to the return of agoraphobia which I thought I had farewelled decades ago. Losing my vision was scaring me and each day it was getting worse, so I finally made an appointment with an eye doctor, and they did find something more than I had expected. My retina was tearing, and I was immediately referred for a procedure to fix it. I thought, and had hoped, all I needed was a new pair of glasses, so, this came as a shock and a rushed process. Then it was time to allow it to heal and in the following days I got a call to come and get new glasses to try in the hope I could get more vision in that left eye and normally with the agoraphobia that would be a big deal of organizing help to drive me and medication and mental preparations, however, I jumped up, excitedly, and drove myself there asking the anxiety to leave me to do what I needed to do. I drove there, got the glasses, and drove home in a state of excitement that "agoraphobia" had not stopped me that day and that I can now see very well again in that eye! I know this will be a process and I am going with the flow.