My candle flickered orange last night as the desert sun sank below the horizon line and the sky burned an orange trail following her down out my window. My sound bath still played as I stirred out of my inner territory meditation, the place I needed to wander a bit more through a moment from earlier this week. An origin point I named. A place where a piece of me begins, where a long thread is tethered, one I keep pulling, one that keeps piling at my feet. I opened my eyes to the darkened room and reached for my laptop knowing our paths here have a way of winding toward one another, overlapping and intersecting and running alongside each other, as we find our way. Candlewax pooled in the amber jar throwing shadows on all my bedroom walls, and I wondered if maybe your paths run through a dark wood like mine do.
This is a perfect meditation for anyone who has suffered from the cruelty of the “real world”. It is a message of hope and victory. Thank you.