Old Energy - The Land Remembers
I had the pleasure of new walks this weekend. New places discovered at a slower pace. Felt some beautiful new places and energy. This is what I found, in me from the the places we walked.
The trees, the rocks, the land. Hold onto the past. Moments of time, of lives, of happenings. The rocks remember the beginning of time. The land is shaped by the passage of time. The trees, the youngsters of the Earth, remember the people, the animals, the life that passed by recently, relatively.
These old moments create their own energy and leave a trace. As we pass by these memories of moments they press against us. Our own energy combines and we feel this exchange deep within ourselves. Maybe, but not always directly, but they have an impact on us, whether we are consciously aware or not. I did feel this today. The land, rocks and tress shared their energy and I received and reciprocated. Old paths, used for many years, the passage of people and animals leave their trace. Areas which tell of community within the woods, nestled safely in the trees, for worship, for healing, for bringing life into the world and saying goodbye to those who have passed. All these moments leave a trace in time.
This energy sticks to us like cobwebs on an Autumn morning. We brush by, invisible threads connect with our skin and our conscious. Leave an impression, barely perceptible as we journey on. Something may catch our eye, a trick of the light, as a shadow of leaves move against the tree. A face in the bark, random or a dyad peeking out. Legs feel heavy, chest feels heavy but movement and breathing is light and easy. We feel as if we are wading through deep water or grass but the air shimmers with lightness and we pass by effortlessly. Time feels as if both stands still and races past. We move and feel and let the energy mingle. Nothing seems and feels quite real but we are aware, awake but dreaming, the in between state where everything is possible. The moment of stillness in movement and then we move on. There is always a pause, maybe momentarily or maybe we linger for some reason, for a longer space of time.
We cross the barrier, often unseen and not felt, until we are past and everything seems to return back to normal. But sometimes a thought, an image remains and we are left with the threads of the cobwebs, still felt against our skin. A lightness of step and breath. A bit taller and for some reason a smile plays at the corners of our mouth. The threads of energy stay with us a while before slowly fading away. Next time hold onto them a bit longer, and don't let them slip away so easily.
