Something I have gotten very clear about recently is just how vital – literally vital – it is to fully occupy my form with my essence.
To grow something, to truly create something, to allow it to emerge through you, you must be able to lay down it’s roots – your roots.
This is the thing I think we often get confused about when we think of manifestation. Manifestation is not creating something from nothing. It is not manipulating energy. All of that takes a lot of work. It takes a lot of intention. It takes a lot of control and it takes a lot of ego.
I’m not trying to demonize any of that. I’m not saying that it’s wrong to do it that way or anything.
I’ve just gotten very very clear that that way is not my way.
My soul has always asked me to embody what is direct, what is the path of least resistance.
This is also nature’s way, and we of course are nature.
I’ve been spending a lot of time with my plants these days as well. It is spring here after all and even though I live in a climate where you can technically grow things year round (I live in the jungle), I’m learning that here too there are distinct cycles of rest and growth. There are times of laying down roots, and times of emergence of leaves.
I am realizing that a lot of the time I have spent over the last 5 or 6 years has been trying to force leaves and flowers without really taking the time to lay down roots first.
You see, the leaves and flowers are sexy. They are the doing of the thing. The are the thing we tend to associate as the manifestation. They are the final product. They are the “ta-dah!”
But as any gardener knows, flowers and leaves without a solid root system means a plant that will struggle to thrive.
It’s a temporary rush, but that plant may not survive to flower the next year. It may die, or it simply may just struggle for the rest of its plant life.
Unless that is, our tender and attentive gardener recognizes what’s happening and is willing to prune, to cut those flowers off, and let the plant rest, nourish, and lay down some roots.
This is the process I’ve been in for quite some time now.
I am that plant.
I am also that gardener.
I saw my own ego trying to push out the flowers and leaves before they were really ready to organically emerge.
Sometimes that needs to happen. Sometimes that’s the way we need to learn the thing to come back to the thing.
I let myself unravel.
I let myself deconstruct and surrender to and let go of all of the things I thought I had built and that I thought were mine.
I let myself sit in the soil. I let myself become the compost I needed.
Slowly.
Slowly, I felt the impulse.
Slowly, as I reconnected to my essence, as I saturated my cells with myself once again and reconnected to my own deepest knowing, I began to let that knowing lead again.
I let it lead slowly – because that’s it’s pace.
Slowly.
I let myself listen – no rush – and wait.
It comes. It always comes.
The impulse.
Life force.
Stirring.
Deep.
Inner intelligence.
Great Mystery.
The force that is all that is.
Expressed through the unique cellular matrix that is my body, that is my life.
I let that force lay down roots. I let it guide the roots to where they need to be.
I fed myself, nourished myself.
I trust that that’s all I need to do.
The next piece comes organically, as it always does.
Intelligent.
Divine.
Yes.