THE HEART'S WHISPER
Linda’s Musings and Gratitude Journal
Happy Thanksgiving!
Today and every day I am grateful for my heart’s whisper. If I listen, it tells me all I need to know.
I am grateful I can still touch my bare feet against bare Earth. I love putting my toes into the grass and feeling the Earth beneath my feet. It strengthens, heals, and connects me to her power and wisdom.
I grew up in West Virginia where barefoot is a way of life. I loved running barefoot down the dirt road and returning with buckets of fresh, cold water from my uncle’s well—clean, clear water to drink, can vegetables, and cook. We carried water from the neighbor’s pond to bathe, reserving the precious rain-barrel water for laundry in an old wringer washer. And I loved playing in the dirt. Even though planting seeds in the fertile earth wasn’t always my favorite thing, I loved the juicy bounty come fall. I did not know that connecting to Earth’s feminine heart wisdom is not only a way of life, it is also a wise way of life. Even though we were poor by other standards, we were rich. I am grateful.
I am thankful that Mother Earth can still bare her skin—naked and fully expressed—despite her age; that she can dance in wild ecstasy, serene harmony, and sensual beauty despite our attempts to strip her lush, green beauty and clothe her with concrete. She is pure creational power…stunning and brilliant in her intention to create all things new in ways we could never fathom.
I am thankful for my three amazing children who inspire and delight; for an angel mother and father; for the love of a family too big to name; for a world of new-found friends and the love they radiate.
I am grateful for my quest over the past two years to discover what makes a truly fulfilling life. Within three days, my children’s father, who was a life-long runner, weight trainer, and athlete, died suddenly in his sleep; my youngest daughter broke her leg in mid-air—a massive break that almost pierced her artery; my older daughter became violently ill and struggled over the next few weeks to stay alive; and my son sank into deep despair.
In those moments of absolute uncertainty and profound grief as I screamed out loud, my heart whispered words of opening, surrender, and gratitude. I screamed to the wind and back at my heart's whisper, and when the screams stopped, I remembered, “Dance naked and out loud,”. I use the word, “Remembered” deliberately even though I am still learning what it means. I started the journey to Remembering Who I Am authentically and to the core, a journey that has led straight to my heart.
I am still on my quest, and I am thankful that it is led me to each of you.
I thank you for your support, your feedback, your words of encouragement and your love. As always my gratitude is immense. My love is immense.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Live, Laugh, Love
Dance naked and out loud,
Linda
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