This piece came to me as I walked my land on November 20, 2013. Flowing into me and onto the paper. What does it evoke in you?
I am a bridge between worlds neither here nor there, both…uniting, weaving, connecting. I am here not to heal but to show you that you are not broken, that that feeling inside, that longing, the aching emptiness is YOU calling out to you, for remembrance. There is nothing for any of us to do except remember, trust and allow. We call to our higher self, our deeper self but this self is neither higher nor deeper, it simply is…everywhere and everything. It speaks to us on the winds, it feeds us through the trees, it connects us through experience. Stop searching for this illusive something and allow the stillness within to guide you, allow nature to nurture and the wildness to teach. We are gods and goddesses incarnate, we want for nothing. What we feel we have lost is what we came here to experience. For we felt the same ache, the same longing as Ether that we do now as Matter. There is no one who demands worship, servitude…this is the lie, the illusion.
I am the bridge between worlds, betwixt and between. I hold both and in wholeness I serve. I am the bridge that you fear for the mirror I hold does not your illusory ego serve. It is a bridge you cross but once, never to return to a life of normal…I am a bridge.
I am a bridge between worlds, I take no sides. I am the quiet observer, watching life unfold, changing nothing I touch. It is not for me to change you, or life…this grand experiment. Impartial, loving it all.