The Preciousness of Connection
I could also say: Dearest Being
Either and both would be true. I have the good fortune to have grown myself up through a living language of creation these last years, probably close to 25 years by now. I was thinking about this as my precious daughter and her partner drove around town with me doing the lift and haul things that I, as a 70ish woman, cannot do. They unloaded my storage unity filled with 12 boxes of 18-inch-high, 10-inch-wide speakers as well as a gigantic woofer, and large containers of papers and stuff for me to go through in the sanctity of my own home. After they had deposited it in my driveway until we could go through it today, we headed to the Yuba River to take a hike. I cannot ever take this particular hike because it starts with steps that are too steep for my rather compromised hips. Polio as a child only shows when I have to step up without support from anything around me like a railing, a rock, or a tree. The steps, two sets of them, are also right on the edge of a 500-foot drop into the rolling boisterous roaring boulder-strewn Yuba river. It makes one such as me pause.
My daughter takes young people, quite young sometimes, out in the wilderness to learn the ways of the wilderness and the ways of getting along with each other. Her partner, Sancho, is a tree trimmer and will be going out today to ‘boulder cliff’ climb. Sancho seems to be more at home in a tree or in rocks than on the ground. Together they, without intrusion on my hearty spirit, guided my body up the steps. And then, when we got to the river, they helped me climb over boulders, me using what I knew I could do while they filled in the gaps. The river was filled with whitewashed boulders carved by the fierce waters. Some looked like faces. Others looked like fingers had shaped fascinating patterns of expression in the marbleized rock. Some had become waterways, their rock face deepened for a place for the frothy water to flow. By the time we got there, my psoas muscle was having a fit. I was stiff, in pain, and happy. I stripped off my grey jeans and inserted my body into a water hole beside the rapids and breathed. All the years I have gone through with my hips and leg not as prow as others, I have learned one thing. Never stop moving and never stop working on being with the beauty of life.
This brings me to the theme of my letter to you.
In the introduction to the gift packages for December, I spoke about how this isn’t a business ploy, but a genuine gift that both Jackie and I are thrilled by. Doing this has been such a mystical moment for me. I can feel the patterns of separation that have pierced the human soul. I went away on a sabbatical because I didn’t know if I wanted to be in the presence of that separation that thinks it is gaining a footprint in humanity.
But on my trip, the beauty of life won out. I remembered how much I loved human beings, myself being one of them and that was all there was to do. That is the ultimate connection for humans…being ‘in love’. Love is a field of reality not a thing to do or hope for, but a field of reality that is born and flourishes through connection.
This set me on my path. Sooo… excited I can tell you. Really excited. Hoping through my letters to relay that excitement to you.
As Jackie and I sculpted December, it wasn’t that I couldn’t feel the acid tongue of separation taunting me that this was just a way to get money. It wasn’t that I couldn’t feel the loss of realities of connection tugging my heartstrings. I just didn’t care. I was free to care in ways that I love to care. What excited the most is when I broke free of the compromised state of separation that humanity is struggling to free itself from right now, I knew what many human beings are about to experience this freedom also. Knowing ahead of time is part of the psychic path.
If no one ever works with me again. If people no longer want what I came here to provide, I am really fine. You see, nothing can ever take away my ability to find ways to connect with the beauty of life and in that the beauty of human beings. Nothing can take away your ability to find ways to connect with the beauty of life and in that the beauty of human beings either.
Here, take my hand. Let’s take a journey together.
I will be writing you letters. Letters that help us all meander our way up steps that we are sometimes too physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually ready to climb. Just as the girls helped my weak and challenged body up a path and over boulders, it is my prayer that my letters to you give you courage and strength to continue on the most profound journey a human being can have in a single lifetime. Connection.
I want to unfold what resides in the packages Jackie set up for you from what I shared with her I wanted to do. I intend to release the power within the packages as you read the living field of connection embedded in each word and woven into in every statement.
First, these gifts are the hands of love reaching out and giving us a way to connect to the beauty of our connection to each other as human beings. Just remember sometimes in the beginning, not just one beginning, but many beginnings, it isn’t always easy or comfortable to break the bondage that has left us separated from ourselves and others. Then connection breaks through and we find ourselves freely in a reality of unity where love roars, rolls, and ripples as we carve out even the hardest of rock. We find ourselves once again moving with beauty wherever we travel.
All this can be done in the privacy of our own consciousness. Consciousness is often made such a difficult word to explain. For me, it is simple. Consciousness is the ability to be aware. To be consciously conscious is the ability to be aware and to be able to move with that awareness through paying attention as we take the path that takes us where we want to go. When we get where we want to go, it is so precious and thrilling. Worth the unfolding.
I find it amazing that so few realize the significance of the loss of connection and, in that, realize that we each must repair and restore our ability to connect to one another at whatever level needed. It is unfortunate that publically we only see connection when a tragedy occurs and we see the power of human love. Not that it doesn’t exist. Nowadays, it is the need for connection that has everything be so exciting again. Hoping through my letters to relay that excitement to you.
In the offering of these gift packages, I am stimulating your cellular memory of connection. I am showing you the beauty of the packages, but I am not asking you to do anything. I am just passing through this earth plane and wanted to take time to help us over some boulders.
As a cellular empath, I do that by using a living language that lays behind the words I type and the phrases I structures. This language lives in my direct link with Creation. I am passing it on to you. If I had to wait for word language to have someone understand, I would not have been able to work at the level I have been able to work the last half-century. But living language, the language that awakens the cells so they can restore our physical, emotional, spiritual, mental ability to connect, that is precious to me.
This is why I wrote up this morning with my hip relaxed, no pain, a bit tired, and couldn’t wait to write to you. Just see what happens after reading this letter. I don’t have time to read everyone, to awaken in them their language of connection. I do have time to write a letter though and awaken in my connection to you and to awaken you in that connection. That is the gift of the human heart. The power of the human spirit.
Jackie and I are excited. Finding ways for us all to connect back into our pricelessness of each other and ourselves. Having a life is all ways having a life worth having. That life starts with deepening the wonder of you and then in that a strength rising to be in the wonder of another. This is what we packaged.
Thank you for walking with me today up the steep deep steps. Then leaning into a rock as we walk a narrow strip beside a steep gorge. Finally climbing over boulders inch by inch until we have arrived at where the water of life flows. Connection.
On Behalf of All Life
3rd December 2017 @ 11:38 pm
I feel connected to you always because I love you. Right now I am connected to the beauty of autumn — raking leaves, carrying wood to the woodpiles from the 3 trees David and I had to cut down, burning the smaller tops of the trees in the woodpile, smelling the smoke as it wafts up toward the blue sky. I’m also helping out 2 friends, one with Parkinson’s and one (Jan-Michelle, remember her?) with a broken hip. I’m also collecting/buying items from the wishlist for Hospitality House (our wonderful homeless shelter). I am grateful that my good health allows me to be so physically active (yoga helps me). My level of gratitude for everything & everyone, and for my abundant life brings me such joy that I could never have even conceived was possible. Your love and support gave us both strength when we were going through the trauma of the lawsuit. Then one morning I woke up and I had discovered my life purpose again…..the light at the end of the tunnel showed me that “I came here to love, and that’s enough”. Your unconditional love is always a light in our lives. To paraphrase a lovely poem by e.e.cummings, “We carry your heart, we carry it in our hearts”. May you have a blessed Christmas.
Susanna & David
10th December 2017 @ 1:56 pm
It is always so beautiful to watch you and David and your commitment to life. All my love, T