On my walk today, I noticed white blooming everywhere—
on trees, in the field—where there had been nothing less than 24 hours ago.
And now, an incredible richness of yellow flowering through the trees everywhere,
thicker and denser than the more sporadic feel of yesterday.
I am startled by this observation, and I begin to pray—
calling in all my benevolent guardian angels and ascended masters:
God, Goddess, Creator of All That Is,
Archangel Michael and Saint Germain,
Buddha Christ Consciousness.
Praying for a soft landing.
Just really praying for a soft landing.
All of a sudden, I am crying—feeling into the depth of my prayer. Please—just a soft landing.
I have really had enough of shock and being shaken.
Gentle and soft, please.
I am going to be diligent.
I am going to do the work.
I am rolling my sleeves up.
I am on it.
Getting it done.
Just please—
a soft landing with this rebirth
and whatever is ahead.
This Solar Eclipse portal is happening right on my Arabic Point of Spirit at 28° Aquarius in my 8th house, squaring Uranus in critical-degree Taurus—only three days before the Saturn–Neptune conjunction at the very first degree of the zodiac, 0° Aries—something that hasn’t happened in 6,400+ years, if ever at all.
I keep walking.
I am absorbed by this beautiful spring blooming everywhere,
thinking of how it blooms spontaneously, instantaneously, overnight.
I envision the bloom within me,
and that my next chapter feels just like this—
an overnight bloom.
(Photo of me, 2016/17, in Ubud, Bali, at a flower crown—Haku Lei—making workshop with the most gorgeous Maui teacher, at the space if 2011 CNN Hero of the Year and lotus birth midwife Ibu Robin Lim.)
