Third Eye Cries

My third eye cried on the massage table today.

Body been tight lately. Electrical shocks in my hands for weeks now. Like the nerve damage kind of electric surges manifest through picking vegetables from under the snow.  Who, in their right mind, does that?  Who would freeze their hands for vegetables? A starving kind of person would for sure.  But what well fed and warm person would venture out to freeze their hands for a couple few hundred dollars?  Who?  This girl!  Then I think, Whoa.  Slow your roll.  This isn’t something that must be done. 

So I take a break for a couple weeks and the electricity turns to subtle vibrations in the hands.  Bringing attention back to the energy humming within that wants to be in service.  Taking a break gives time to think about what’s the purpose?  What’s the point? 

The point is to serve and to be in service. This tending of the earth provides me outlet for this innate need we all seek.  How is my life in service to the whole? In service to the One?  Our unity?  Our liberation.

My hands, my back, these legs and arms have worked with love.  In love. In love with Nature’s cycles, with the wind and rain, the sun and soil.  The souls that this food feeds drives me to continue.  It is unknown why I do these things but they keep nudging me forward.  Even when it’s painfully cold and numbing the love drags me forward to do the things my heart insists must be done without having any logic.

The magic of my life is it’s simplicity.  Ordinary days bring extraordinary visions of the shades of blue in the sky, the tones of brown and green on the ground, the vibrations of the birds and bees, the persistence of the universal drive to preserve the species.  Doing the best to see the miniscule miracles.  To give thanks for their existence every instance I’m able to embrace the now.  Be in the garden more.  In an enjoying way rather than a working way, the middle way.

We do not need to “keep up”.  I’ve never had that drive to have what others in this capitalistic society deem as necessary.  Because, I think, most of those necessities are truly luxuries.  We have inherited generations of attempting to overcome nature, to dominate her, and take from her what we can in order to stay alive. It’s so ingrained and inertia keeps pushing and pulling. It’s difficult to see past the hussle hassle when the subconscious is inundated with pressures.  Pressures that keep our blind spots out of reach from our inner knowing of what we are here for.

And we are well past survival mode. There’s excess comfort now. Nature has been beat down.  Now she rises.  She rises and shows us her power.  She has given much.  The great giver continues to give as she lives in a gift economy.

She wants her rightful return. Not in a greedy way. Because reciprocity is also the cosmic law.  It’s getting shifty out there.  The rain, the wind, the earth sliding, the water rising, fires burning, and the magnetism of the spirit calls us to return to what is true, what is truly essential.

My third eye cried to release and remind me, to help me see into the unseeable for a moment, and wash away what’s no longer needed. My third eye cries.