By Gillian MacBeth Louthan | Source
As March twirls about like the straw man caught in a dust devil, we are also dispersed about dimensionally and inter-dimensionally; with a little of us in the past, a little bit of us in the present, some scatterings in the future. Just like humpty dumpty we too are trying to put together all the missing pieces of our soul as we try to figure out who we are in this new placement of time and circumstance and dimensional reflux. Time-influences have been happening to Earth for millions of years pushing the life force of Earth into different placements of learning and discovery. Time itself ebbs and flows as we all get a little nauseous trying to keep our balance thru all of these shifting sands. We are learning ‘not to stick our hand or nose outside the vehicle of time’ as we accelerate into new creational highways and learn the new rules of the road.
As spring pushes her sweet self into every pore of our life, we feel a sense of expectancy like a young girl on her first date. We all feel a slight urgency a push forward, to accomplish that which is yet to be determined. At a deep level our inner light kicks and pokes at us from the inside out. We look at ourselves seeing a newness that has not made its way to the surface as of yet, but still we feel the stirring waters of change deep within.
We feel compelled and driven to move out of our winter blues searching blindly for those rose tinted glasses we hid from ourselves. We are becoming seasoned in places we did not even know we were bland. Everyday life gives us another tidbit of truth to digest, an appetizer that keeps us spooning for more.
People we know and love pass from the earth leaving a little hole in our heart. Regrets pile up like laundry that needs to be tended to, as we cling to what was and what could have been. We mourn for easier times and reflect upon what once was. The minutes of the day become more precious in the celebration of life.
Time is in a circular pattern as it rounds itself up from the ‘I AM O.K. Corral. Like the very year of the snake itself it uncoils and slithers into new edges of expansion. Time gives us the gift of what we least expect. It shows us within the granular content of its gritty expression exactly what is expected of us. Like snowflakes that are birthed from 35 dimensions, this energy comes into its own power and configuration with or without you. Like one who speaks Words of Power into water and proclamations of Hope into the air.