In the past, the chakra work I’ve done was in-person and not just in-person, but in-person with people I knew and trusted over a span of many years.
We called it Sacred Meditation, as devised by Richard Moss. It both started and ended with the heart center.
A very different enterprise! I wasn’t quite prepared for how an unbounded exercise working from the root up would go. And even more, I wasn’t sure how much to share about what was arising. This is a public forum, after all.
Meanwhile, out in the world, a new confederacy was forming and the number of bodies falling from Covid kept escalating. Both staggered the mind.
I’ve emailed Acey. Let her know. Also suggested that my overwhelm was a testament to her intuitive power and how she communicates.
Would it make a difference if there weren’t absolutely catastrophic news stories unfolding like tidal waves? Perhaps.
After some more thought, however, I realized that I am brave and curious enough to keep doing these exercises.
Hear that? I’m pretty brave.
What I’m not prepared to do with any amount of ease or elegance right now is talk about any of it. So what? I’ll dip in and out and share the pictures. See how that goes.
Today, I should say. Today, orange equals overwhelm.
But to start: a corner of orange fabric sticking out of a desk that once belonged to my mother caught my eye this morning.
It’s a piece of high-end linen given to me by a local upholsterer with a scavenged piece of paper stitched on top. I don’t remember when I made it, but it’s years ago. The design looks map-like and therefore holds excitement, but the grubby aspect makes it also seem forlorn and wrecked. As I go through the chakra exercise, I will add to this little wrecked, forlorn, exciting map-like shape and see what comes.
I was already thinking about yellow and how key it is to orange, when on our walk (our very COLD walk), I came across a plastic gate in a neighbor’s yard.
Look! In that space between panels, is where orange vibrates.
If I was to pick an emotion that would be moderately difficult to explore right now, it would be MISSING. Missing, as in tender longing, not as in regret or obstruction. I suspect I spend a fair amount of time avoiding how much I miss certain aspects of earlier phases of my life, including (MOSTLY) but not limited to my sons.
Alright, so I lied. I am busy procrastinating in full-throated style! But before I go, some thanks are in order.
I think “see further” might be a good refrain for what’s emerging here though. The binocular view finder a heavy handed but apt symbol.
