Welcome dear soul.
Find a comfortable position and allow your body to be held and supported by the surface you are laying or sitting on.
Gently close your eyes.
Take a slow breath in.
And breathe out slowly.
Again,
Breathe in.
And release.
You are tuning in here because you are feeling unsettled,
Uncertain.
A choice that keeps circling back.
A decision you made or one you haven't made yet.
A possible turning of your stomach,
A tightness in your chest.
Your internal voice that says.
What if I got it wrong?
Arriving here now.
Don't push that voice away.
Allow it to be in this moment.
Bring it forward.
And feel it now.
Wherever it lives in your body.
Not the heaviness.
The spin of it.
This is what uncertainty feels like.
And you are allowed to feel it.
Now,
Before your mind goes anywhere,
Feel the ground beneath you.
Actually feel it.
And the way this service is supporting you right now.
The weight of you pressing down.
Compelled by something that has never asked you to be certain.
Beneath you,
Beneath where you lay or sit,
Is the earth.
Earth does not require you to have it figured out.
She holds you the same,
Whether you are sure or not.
Or shaking.
Feel that now.
Feel her now,
Supporting you.
You are not falling.
You are held.
Earth asks you to remember something.
A day,
A moment.
When the sky was blue.
When you knew not with your head.
With something deeper.
Something quieter.
In this remembered moment.
Everything was falling into place.
The path was clear.
Your choice felt right.
Your whole body said yes.
Remember that feeling now.
Remember what I call the blue sky feeling.
The blue sky feeling.
When the decision wasn't heavy.
It was alive.
When you weren't second-guessing,
You were stepping forward.
The blue sky feeling when love was leading and you trusted it.
When your choices felt clear and looked clear.
That was your sky.
Wide open with clarity.
The truth.
And right now,
That sky has not gone anywhere.
The Earth and Sky are still here,
Supporting and overseeing.
Now weather arrives.
Light rain.
Storm.
The way weather does.
Not because you did something wrong.
Not because the choice wasn't right.
But because weather is what happens in life.
And with living.
Clouds move in,
Clouds of doubts,
Of what ifs.
Of judgment.
What if I chose wrong?
What if it falls apart?
What if I've already missed my chance?
Watch them now.
Watch the storm.
These clouds of doubt.
They feel so real,
So solid.
So heavy with certainty.
Now look closer with a softer gaze.
The clouds are moving.
They have always been moving.
A cloud never stays.
Your doubt in this moment feels permanent.
See or don't know as weather.
As weather that never stays.
As weather that passes through.
And weather is not something to fear.
Not something to run from or hide from.
Weather is something you can shelter from.
Your shelter is not far away.
It is not something you need to find or build or earn.
Your shelter is your heart.
Right here.
Right now.
Your heart shelter is where true intention lives.
Where the yes still lives.
Where the love that led you to your choice lives.
And it is still and always ready to lead.
Place your hand on your heart now if you wish.
Feel it beating beneath your palm.
This is your shelter with solid ground.
Not the certainty that you were right.
Not the proof that it will all work out.
But the love that chose,
The knowing that moved you.
Clouds did not erase your sky.
They only moved in front of it.
Your blue sky is still there.
That feeling of everything falling into place is not gone.
It is waiting.
Behind the weather.
In your heart.
In your shelter.
Stay here for a moment.
On your ground.
On the earth.
Beneath your sky.
In your heart.
Let clouds do what clouds do.
Let them gather.
Let them darken.
And let them roll through.
Keep returning back here.
To you watching the clouds roll by.
To your heart,
To you grounded.
And true.
The choice you made came from your blue sky,
From that clear and open place,
And the sky has not moved.
Now feel the ground again.
This is where you are.
Right here.
In your life.
In the middle of it.
Not at the end of the story.
Not at the place where it all makes sense.
Yet in the middle.
Where the clouds are still passing.
Where the answers are still to arrive.
And that is alright.
Because you are not your dough.
You are not your uncertainty.
You are the one who chose from knowing.
Not knowing does not need the weather to clear.
Before it knows what is true.
You are the ground that stays,
The heart that holds.
And the sky that has never moved.
Take a deeper breath in now.
And let it go.
Feel your heart beneath your hand,
Warm,
Beating.
Sheltering everything that matters.
Feel the sky above you.
Lube behind everything.
Open.
Clear.
Yours.
Clouds will come again.
They always do.
That is their nature.
And when they do,
You will come home.
To your heart.
Where yes still lives.
Because now you know the difference.
Between the weather.
The passing clouds.
And the sky.
Your blue sky.
Gently bring your awareness back to the room around you.
Acknowledge your body.
And the heart and soul it holds.
Wiggle your fingers.
Your toes.
When you are ready,
Softly open your eyes.
You are here.
The ground is still beneath you.
Your sky has not moved.
And the choice you made,
And still have the power to make,
Are here.
Are yours.
Go gently,
Dear soul.
