Mid-Winter Incubation Time…
Time seems suspended, yet moving so fast
During our Winter Solstice 2012 sharing in personal circles with Hopi people, we moved in a timeless flow.
Words and expectations fell away as we simply shared our hearts and positive intentions. In humble settings on winter wind kissed remote mesas, we sensed ourselves in a fuller sense of humankind.
We watched in awe as the winter solstice sun set behind the holy mountain of the Hopi people, the San Francisco Peaks as ancestral sun-watchers have done for thousands of years.
In that moment I had a flash of understanding of the power of being in that intimate a connection to turning of the seasons. Standing there in faith that a new light was returning.
I treasure this insight from one of our group who realized, “what it means to celebrate the solstice to understand the cycles of mother earth more deeply, subtly, intuitively.” And how “My prayers and my intentions grew from the relative singular to the collective – all of humanity in a fuller way then ever before. Some Hopis never leave their land but their prayer touches the entire world.”
Now we are at mid-winter point with more light coming in.
I sense that quickening. And I am somehow at peace being in this place of not knowing what is seeding, wanting to emerge.
I relate to Aluna Joy’s perception of “living and dreaming” at the same time:
“Today we are in a new age, frequency, dimension, bandwidth, reality and perspective. What was . . . is gone, and there is no going back. For most of the conscious community, the universe has hit the pause button, and we are in an odd place of suspended animation. We have gone back to the womb. This is a safe place for us while the Earth recalibrates to the new frequencies.
We are in the incubation phase of a new cycle. We are dreaming a new world while maintaining a body in the physical world. It is an oddly fascinating place to witness. It is like living and dreaming all at the same time.
We are becoming familiar with the void and the unknown. Even though there is some oddly unsatisfying and unproductive searching going on, we also feel safe and secure regarding the eminent outcome to our incubation. We are collecting new tools for the future. We are gathering information that we will need for the new birth . . . And we can feel it coming.”
Life has a curious sense of heightened reality with all the dramas that burst forth daily around us. Also present is that sense of of waiting and incubating something vibrant that wants expression.
As one of my friends astutely observed of this time: “More like my wheels are spinning without getting results but I’m not upset about it.”
I sense a deepened inner trust and calm that carries me throughout these swirling, roiling unknowns. Something is being fertilized just beyond the edge of my mind’s grasp.
Instinctively I know not to push to know so much as to notice what makes my heart sing. Gathering energy for emergent spontaneous creation, I step outside each dawn and give thanks for this new day.
article first published Feb. 15, 2013; edited Jan. 14, 2017
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