“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
~ W.B. Yeats
I am sitting on the veranda of my retreat bedroom, looking out over the quiet, still bay. It’s cool this morning, and cloudy. A ribbon of pink light is beginning to colour the sky, slowly growing brighter and widening its arc.
It feels quite primal. There is the energy of the trees and giant tree ferns, the riot of noise that is the pre-dawn chorus, with birds of every description adding their voices to the morning song, a mob of black cockatoos circling, on their early morning patrol.
And there is also an unseen magic in this morning air. I know this, for I can feel it, and I have recently been a part of it.
This morning, like every morning, I meditated. I meditated for myself. I meditated for healing for family and friends. I meditated for the earth, for her skies and her lands and her oceans, for all of the creatures who live upon her, and to send peace, love and oneness out into the world.
Now as I sit here, watching the bright blaze of light streaking across the horizon I can feel the energy of other early-morning meditators. I can feel the prayers being offered up by ordinary people everywhere.
I think of the spiritual energies of the world, the fairies and the angels, the guides and energetic realms, our ancestors and loved ones passed over.
I watch the black cockatoos circling the bay. Many years ago my Aboriginal Aunties promised me they would send these birds to watch over me, and to remind me of my connection to them, to country and to my psychic work.
There is so much unseen support and love for us here, some of it from people we don’t know, and will never meet.
Please. Don’t ever feel that you are alone.
You’re in my thoughts, my meditations, my prayers. And the thoughts, meditations and prayers of many others.
Bless. Nicole xx