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Ivy Moon, Day 24

So much upheaval in the last few days, weeks, months.
It's been a rough ride.
I am reminded of the story of a young man in a village who fell off his horse and broke his leg, and everyone said, "What rotten luck!"
Then the next day, the jack booted thugs (my take on them) came into town to draft the young men for war, but he wasn't eligible being disabled, and everyone said, "Good luck you broke your leg yesterday!"
This week has looked on the surface as a bit of very rotten luck for people who tread the different paths of peace and understanding, having had to capitulate to the forces of fear and ignorance, or so it seems. I love reading the Tao in times like these. Water is soft, seems to capitulate, seeks its own level, regroups drop by drop, and then bursts the dam.
Things have a way of changing direction when we least expect them to. Help often comes from sources we never realized; and what looks "bad" today may end up being a stroke of brilliance that sends the momentum right where it needs to go, like that teeny tiny straw to break a camel's back, no harm ever intended to camels of course.
It's a good time to take a step back, take a deep breath, and get centered. To be in the moment and connect with the Source. There is justice and balance in the Universe, and even the fractals of seeming chaos show forth the deep patterns in all things.
We're on a road from which there is no turning back, but who would want to?

Ivy Moon, Day19

I went to my local power center today.
There is this beautiful grove of redwoods nearby and from time to time I feel the pull to go and walk there.
As I was walking I would stop to hear the silence, I could hear my heart beating and the blood rushing through my head, that's how quiet it was. What a nice change from the noise of daily living.
The same silence can be heard when meditating, or when you suddenly shut off the radio or tv and just bask in the hush, like taking media cotton out of your ears so you can hear what's real.
It reminds me how much I need the real.
As if to answer me, the scene before my eyes became fuzzy, like it was raining only the sun was shining through the trees. The Real, pushing in upon our perceptions. I so appreciate it.