April 2008 - A day to Fish

A day to Fish.
Where are you in the river of life?

There at the top of a great mountain, green with trees and soft grasses stood a man. He was overlooking an expansive lake with still waters. It was very early in the morning; the sun had not yet broken the horizon and yet there was light to see. Beneath the surface of the water with its deep, reflective glassy sheen, life of great abundance flourished. This man stood silent; still and completely connected to the heartbeat of the land. He could feel the life in the wind, the breath of the trees, the soft sighs of the flowering plants and the fish that swam in the lake beyond. This was not a day for fishing. The fish were on the far side of the lake. It was not about what he saw on the surface of the water, it was what was below the surface that the man was connected to. Simply by being in touch on this day with the heartbeat of the land and water, this man knew when to accommodate his family by other means. Perhaps tomorrow he will fish. Or perhaps not. It didn’t matter. His connection was so deep that worry of the meal was not of a concern. It was the way he and nature worked together to create balance, serenity and respect for one another.

When my client met me for the first time, she had no idea that she would leave me with a feeling of such reverence of her deeply connected Being that I felt reminded by her soul when it shared with me this past life. It was not my own, but hers. She, in her present body, did not connect to this same degree – but it exists in her. And it exists so powerfully, she was able to raise my being by sharing the image with me telepathically at a soul level, even though her consciousness was not aware. I was very excited to share this image with her, thus reminding her who she has been and who she is capable of being. I tell people, Earth knows YOUR footsteps. Momma Earth knows when you are at my house, your house, or at play. With this, it is comforting to know you are always supported by one of the greatest energies of this planet – the planet itself. Through this connection, as the young man reminded me in vision, we will always be provided for. Fish will be another day; today it will be something else.

How powerful is it to know that Earth would support us with such balance as to literally send us fish when needed and to move them away when not? How brilliant is it to know that trust would run so deep that by simply asking “where are the fish today?” that one would be shown instantly and with no fret of the days take?
The lake holds much energy and life. And within this life it is fed in many fashions, such as the rain and the rivers.

My dad sent me a beautiful metaphor for life that he has held for a while and has chosen now to share this very thought (I have his permission to share with all of you and have added to it as well).

What if instead of being the man on the mountain, we were the river that feeds the lake?

The River.

“Perhaps we all started as a young creek or brook, tiny yet big enough to gain momentum and grow to a small stream. From here we expand, grow stronger, and have the capacity to hold more water and then we become the river.
At this point, our life becomes interesting. The river wanders through time and distance and is never the same. As the river moves, it comes across different environments and physical elements that must be crossed in order to continue to the end of its journey.

The river may be forced over cliffs by gravity. As the river falls it may crash at the bottom with a loud noise and enough force to change the earth as it lands. The river may be caught in the wind as it falls and become light and float on the air; reflecting light from the sun as a rainbow or reflecting silver slivers from the moonlight.

When moving through the walls of a deep canyon, the river is forced over rocks as rapids: swirling, bubbling, churning, fighting to get through.
Then there are long stretches of shallow, slow moving, almost at a standstill, reflecting pools that go from bank to bank, resting, resting.

There are moments in which it seems the flow is being siphoned away from the destination, being drained from ditches dug by others purposefully to move the flow out and away from the original journey.

And moments of replenishment; of rain, steady and soft or hard and fast.
These may be experienced many times, in different orders, before the river reaches its final destination and is no longer a river.”

Perhaps now it is one with the lake.

Perhaps after this journey, and the river has arrived and settled becoming one with the lake, a feeling of lightness takes place. And easily and effortlessly, molecules are evaporated gently with freedom to rise above the great body of water. Higher and higher they go. Below is the lake. The molecules collect together in a higher mission that can see all that happens below.

From this view, rivers, reflecting pools, rapids, waterfalls, rainbows, channels, streams, creeks are seen and loved for you know their journey. From this place of lightness you can pass on other water molecules in the form of rain who wish to “try it out”. And perhaps you, too, want to “try it out” again. With this thought, you are becoming denser, and with great excitement, you rain down upon the mountain. You run across the soil, to the creek, to the stream, to the river.

“Just like the river, life can be experiences of free fall from a cliff, a fight to get through rapids or spells of quiet like a giant reflecting pool or as light as a rainbow.

Where is life today?”

Where are you in this river? I, myself, would like to think I’m floating in the particles reflecting colors of light to all who can see a rainbow of happiness inspiring along the way. But holding that thought makes me realize that there is still so much more in my journey, my personal river journey, that is yet unseen, yet to be traveled. And to know that I will be a part of the lake and will communicate the message of the heartbeat of the land to whomever is connected at the time is quiet exciting.

Then I pause. Somewhere inside of me I am reminded of the image of the young man on the mountain. Part of the heartbeat of the land is the river that flows to the lake. So no matter where I am, I am connected, sending messages out to those who are also connected to the heartbeat. And with this knowledge, there is no reason to feel separated from anything in the future. I am connected to the heartbeat here and now. I am the rush of the waterfall and stillness of the reflecting pool whether I know it or not, I am all these things in the now, and so are you.

May your journey be one of adventure. May your journey hold the power of a connection that is limitless and beyond physical boundaries. May your spirit know that somewhere, today is a day to fish.

Breathe like you are standing on the mountain. Feel like you are connected to the Earth. And smile like you know you are cared for, loved and always heard.

Love your day,
Bright Star

April 2008
“Close your eyes and see with your whole being.”