The summer season arrived with a bang at our house. Backs thrown out, sleepless nights, old wounds, trauma and patterns were given life again. To say it was confronting would be an understatement. In the heat of it all, I knew that a very old story was revisiting to make a statement. A statement yelled through a bull horn. A statement to show what fits and no longer fits anymore.

I've been sitting with words from a new space of curiosity recently. I even noticed myself stop mid-sentence the other day as I realized that I didn't want to breathe life into the words that were about to pour out of my mouth. It was quite an interesting moment in time. It felt as though I were peering down on a word search puzzle and weeding through a collection of letters to create the right word, the right expression.

Nature in my small part of the world feels quite abundant despite all that stands against it. I realize I can now see this abundance because I am choosing to see it.

During my daily walks this week, I just listened and noticed. On Monday morning the River spoke to me. It said, "I am the the sea and the sea is me." This statement reminded me of the Jennifer Williamson affirmation I shared in last week's newsletter, "I am on purpose." This affirmation challenges many parts of me and lights up many parts of me. It invites me to take on and step into a new sense of responsibility for my life, for living.

For me, hollowing myself is daily life-long work. I have seen that if I am not actively working on becoming hollow, then more and more energy gets trapped, clogged and lodged in me. I can become more vulnerable to unhealthy attachments, falling into old patterns and living in and out of distorted thoughts of myself and others.

I was shown that when strong intensity permeates the air, I can choose to tune into where the energy is landing in my body. I can determine if I am allowing that energy to push me to break free or to deny or repress something. Or I can choose to claim that calm center of the energy, that starting point where all the races branch out. I can sit with the energy at the center, the start, and I can learn.

Crow flew by my eye line on my Sunday walk and said, “Be careful of the stories you tell.” In true Crow fashion he zipped in, spoke the truth, dropped the mic and left. As I sat with his energy and what he shared, I saw it layer on top of the message from Eagle last week perfectly. Eagle said, “You become where you sit.” I know it's very true that I become the stories I tell myself, the stories I allow myself to sit in and walk with. And the stories that others have told me over the years not only influenced my energy body but some became lodged in my physical body.