I went to the mountain. It came to me as a vision… that it was the place to record the occasion I had been anxiously awaiting for some time. Ive known it all along, but the actual doing of it was a whole other adventure all together. For me, visions often come in 2D or 3D at best, one wont always know how it will manifest in the material because its born out of potential and until you are taking the first step, it is nothing more than a fluttering image.
So I woke in the early morning knowing it was the day and took a small bag as I climbed the mountain behind my home where she will be less than a month. I walked into the woods as the sun rose and obscured my vision of a deer grazing just off the path on my right side. As the rays were cast by shadow we startled one another and I let out a soft laugh at the serendipitous remembrance of asking for a sign to support my choice that morning. A deer – symbolic sign of spirit.
It was a quiet and serene morning as I reached the crest of the mountain to come upon a second deer, quite young, grazing in the berries nearby with two turkeys. Our eyes met and I gently smiled to let him know I meant no harm. We stood, motionless for some time until he was satisfied I was only a minor disturbance to his feast then carried on with one eye keeping track of my whereabouts. This went on for some time until I decided to look for the place I would record and to my delight he daintily moved closer as I walked across the meadow to a large boulder outcropping. Curiosity I suppose, but I would like to think it was moral support.
Its one thing to write a few words, or speak to someone new for the first time, but a whole different thing all together to put yourself on camera for the world to see. For me it was horrifying and thrilling. Revealing a part of me that many have never seen (whom I already know) and letting go of the fear of being judged or shamed– to free fall into the joy of existing as a more authentic, direct manifestation of who I am.
The beauty of true spirituality is that it has no form. There is no dress code, or singular language of authenticity. There’s just me, being me, asking you to consider the possibility… So wherever you are, just as you are, start there. In the words of Rumi “Out beyond the ideas of wrong doing and right doing there is a field, I will meet you there.”