|Clear the mists around your Avalon.|
I remember reading “The Mists of Avalon” over winter break. My roomates were home with their families and I had the apartment to myself. While the snow fell outside I was warm and toasty eating bread smeared with butter and honey just like in my book on the mystical and magical court of King Arthur.
The mists shrouding the Isle Avalon grew and thickened as the beliefs in the old ways were abandoned. The magic was becoming lost and forgotten as the isle slipped deeper and deeper into the fog.
How we long for the magic and “supernatural” in our daily lives. We love to exchange our stories of dreams and experiences with psychics, healers, and shamans, to recount the butterfly that flew by just when we were thinking of a loved one we have lost. We long to have that undeniable, authentic experience to prove to us beyond a shadow of a doubt that Spirit exists and is alive and well in our daily lives. We can’t get enough reassurance that those we have lost continue on and are somehow still connected to us in consciousness. We long for magic.
I do. We all do.
I want my dreams to be vivid, even lucid.
I want my experiences to be intense and authentic.
I want to feel close to those I have lost.
I want to feel that my ancestors are here with me.
I want to know that I live in a supportive living conscious universe that accepts and loves me unconditionally.
But what I learned this week is that Spirit is a two way street.
You have to sing out and with all your heart.
You must dig deep and be true in the most seemingly mundane of ways.
You have to get your ego out of the way.
You are called to be present.
You are called to fully participate in life.
You are called to recognize the magic and potentcy of all that is around you.
My daily life is more filled with tupperware dishes than abalone shells, but it’s just as profound.
I probably won’t find my animal totem from a Facebook quiz but I will find Spirit if I choose to recognize and participate in Life itself.
I choose to take time to listen.
I choose quiet mindfullness over mindless internal chatter.
I choose to reprioritize my day and spend time connecting and being grateful for the gifts of Mother Earth.
I choose to put down the digital devices and be in the moment.
I choose to clear the fog.
I meet people who are such bright lights that just being around them makes me exuberantly happy.
I find myself wanting to be more prepared, more present, more thankful, more true.
I know that every moment is precious.
Every moment is a Divine gift.
That not everything can be explained with words.
Not every answer can be found in Google.
Some things you just have to sit with and revel in their very existence.
To know that magic abounds.
To clear the mists around your Avalon.
Send your prayers.
Sing your songs.
Listen with your heart.
Hold your vision.