Some meditations bring questions, some answers,
or, this morning, while sitting under twin-cedars, this.
I call this post Au Courant.
What would you call it, and why?
Scene: 7:17am, 67 degrees,
beneath two 50-year-old Cedar trees named “The Sisters”
I breath in…out…I breath in…and out…
a movie begins to play
and the narration is this ~
There is nothing; a nothing that holds place. A dark thick matter poised as if held without purpose, all potential, unrealized. And as an outer lid opens, there is yet an inner lid that remains shut; yet ready, at any moment, for any moment, a moment. Then something is felt, the inner lid opens and an awareness is present, the question: I AM.
For a brief moment, the awareness waits for something, anything, to appear in response, yet nothing returns the ping of I AM. And in that moment, the nothing shifts into multitudes of expression, and ‘I AM’ is expressed outward in all directions turning to see its self. And it responds with I AM Many Expressions, ME. And it begins to explore each expression, simultaneously, in loving joy and wonder, bestowing upon itself a promise to continue expressing till all ME’s are exhausted. Each ME expressing over and over again, moving in and out of itself, evolving into fractals of connections upon connections.
The First IAM that becomes the First Source of presence, in love with itself, in wonder and joy, exploring and learning through the first-question:
Grace Sequoia LeFae’