I forget that Divine Love conducts itself within a realm of ultimate creativity.
I am profoundly reminded today.
This act of love started with a comment from Leslie on my last post. Leslie is an artist who shares her paintings on her blog, Leslie Paints. She shares her vibrant water colours with creative tips about products and techniques she uses to produce these incredible works. Leslie wrote:
Submitted on 2011/02/17 at 6:54 am
I love it that you have shared this very special message on “love” and fear. It brings up an issue that I have been feeling as I read your posts. Your question to the guides at the end, “A question… does it create any problems when I write other materials under Soul Dipper ? Does that interfere with you or detract from the contract?”
I am only a reader and bound to this life’s journey in learning so it is with a little hesitation that I suggest something, here. I follow you because I think you are sharing a very special message with all of us and we are all on different continuums of learning these lessons. I was initially attracted to such other writings because they held messages within them. In your stories and creativity, you have not lost the knack for sharing the guides’ messages through them. The very fact that you are living and learning and grounded here, with me and others, offers the hope that through your sharing of your creativity, we may share this journey together. Does that make sense? Sometimes, I sense the guides may have entered into this contract with you because they know that you can not help but share their messages through your creative writings. I believe it takes both. They are gently nudging us to set examples of walking in love and light through what we say, write and live. They have chosen you as a communicator. To me, that means they trust you. I sense they are gently nudging you to find that acceptance of your gifts in writing and understand that you can not help but include messages within said writing. I can not speak for them, Amy. I think they are trying to tell you that when they said, “We assure you, your humanness offers reassurance to others.” Write away! Right away!
Leslie’s comment was the Universe’s response for me.
Leslie, for the past couple of months, I have been wrestling with this issue. Yesterday, I jumped in my car, leaving home and hearth for a day to ruminate and refresh. On the ferry ride to a larger island, I sat in contemplation, asking for clarity. Am I following the purpose of my soul’s agreement? There were no big flashes of insight.
During these times, the quiet from the other side is torturous.
During these times, I am being broken open. The depth cracks my inner core. Sometimes the purpose is to let light in. Sometimes it is to get rid of the poison that clogs the pipes of positivity or confusion.
When I returned home last night and saw the lower number of comments , I believed it was confirming something.
Praying repeatedly confirmed that I had been sitting in negativity instead of anticipating the solution. I carried on with life, enjoyed time with loving friends, and retired to a long sleep filled with colorful and active dreams.
Often, when I go to bed with a question, I awaken with the answer. Today, I did not. I rolled out of bed and headed for my morning walk.
There’s a stretch of forest along this walk that is a cacophony of chaos. There are maple, cedar, and fir trees of varying sizes, shapes and ages. Storms groom those trees. Remnants of arboreal glory gather on the floor of the forest.
At the edge of this forest, just off the road, two strong and proud maple trees stand in watch over the flurry. Moss covers two thirds of their rotund trunks.
The larger one is set back from the road and is rooted securely on an incline. The other, slightly smaller, stands right beside the road.
Now for the embarrassing part.
I started hugging the smaller one. At first, it was a one arm hug that included about a fifth of the trunk’s circumference. The next time, I strongly sensed an urgency to use both arms. I did.
The third time, the request was for a full body hug. I embraced that tree into my chest. Energy flowed through my whole body. A message of connectivity filled me with tenderness and a profound sense of being healed. I put my face against the moss and listened. Suddenly, I grew embarrassed and let go. A car was coming.
Turned out it was one of my best friends, Karen, who would not have batted an eye if I had confessed to her. However, I could not even tell her.
On the next walk, I thought I would stop this nonsense and resume my decorum. I decided to keep walking.
Leslie, I could not walk past those two trees. An invisible arm seemed to stretch out to me when I was just inches beyond them. I stopped, turned toward my Maple and walked up into a full hug position. This was a power bigger than I could understand. I surrendered.
So now, I embrace the tree every day. I am smitten. I have even felt the fear of humans cutting her down. Her bark has many perfectly round bore holes where insects live off her. That’s acceptable. That tree has to look after that part of creation. But human greed? I’m not sure what I would do to defend her.
Okay, Leslie, you re-creator of creation. When I hugged my Maple this morning, guess who came to mind? I stood embracing this wet, mossy Maple wondering if the intimacy of your re-creating takes you into a form of communication with nature.
I was thinking about a woman, who I have never met, whose blogs, paintings and comments have revealed a soul that I knew I was safe to ask.
I walked home with a plan for a post. It was time to write about these tiny moments of insight. Surely, there are others who hug trees, literally and figuratively. I was contemplating how others must be “plagued” with hearing, sensing or receiving messages that they pooh-pooh as well. These insights stick; they don’t shake off the blanket. They don’t come as a direct answer or a clear direction. In fact, if there is a direct answer, we need to be cautious that it is ego having a grand time stealing the attention.
So, Leslie, imagine the joy when I turned on my computer and found your awesome comment. Can you fathom my relief that I was on the right track?
Thank you for having the courage and for taking the time to speak your heart to me.
Your comment was an act of love that is truly an answer to my prayer.
I have written. Right away.