Yesterday's Walk

Yesterday’s Walk

April 28, 1994

“Walk to school with me”, begged my daughter.  “There isn't enough time" I replied, "But I will walk to the bus stop with you and walk part-way to see how far it is.”  At the bus stop I said, “Goodbye” and headed in a direction I realized, was the opposite circle of the one I last walked with a friend.

As I walked I remembered what had been discussed by her and I;  The Circle of Truth, family, forgiving, the power of thought, inviting Christ to be there when you mentally (spiritually)need to talk with someone, so it is done in love and acceptance.  This really works.  As I walked, I could see and remember all I’d been tested about –everything, it seemed.   My walking stick was a friend.  As I came down the hill into the area, up top, that I normally walk, at the turn, a beautiful long white bird flew across the road.  I’d not seen that type of bird since I saw one at our joint friend’s home 2 years ago.  I think it escaped from the zoo.  As I approached the junction and place the bird had gracefully flown from, the spirit said, “Stop”. 

So I did.  My soul was rather tired and body-self.  Everything in me having been tried, I was ready for some direction, some kind word from the spirit, such as; “You’re okay.”  I remembered the words my white Indian friend Lynn had said in her book, about making a physical replica of your pain, or self, or habits or whatever and ceremoniously accepting it-- and releasing it.  This would be giving it a place to be manifest.  I thought of the habit of instantly judging, something that the one who was to love me had  chided me for over and over—I couldn’t help but think that the person doing the chiding, about anything, was actually struggling for praise or recognition.  To also know that they are,”Okay”.

 I picked up an odd shaped pointed stick with an “eye”, or actual hole in the stick.  It was sharp, as if to represent the sharpness of a pointing finger and judging; the eye—to represent; “I see you sinning!”  Then I saw and picked up a jagged, thin piece of wood stuck into the ground.  I believe it represented my depression, putting my face in the mud and being afraid.  A small green plant picked up with root in tact seemed to be my habit of not sharing my life, my talents, my humor, my true self—or being picked up constantly by my roots as I sought to get a start forward, in sharing and doing good things with my life.

A half pine cone, seemed to represent my seeking everyone else’s approval, each voice contradicted each other, when I wasn’t focused on God as my “center”.  Like a broken pine cone, it scattered and split me in pieces.   A flat dead leaf (Eucalyptus) seemed to say to me it was gossip, negative words about anyone at anytime.  A helpful herb, or healing word, turned negative and crushing other’s with words.  How the leaf can be placed back down on the ground, but has no root (truth) it can blow away easily in the wind; we can’t call back the words once they are out.

 I gathered up my items and went to fresh rain water flowing down the main street.  I noticed for a moment, the water flow, was in the same shape as the twig I picked up yesterday.  Feeling there was something about it.  Something I’d be taught or would be important to me---seeing the same shape as the road I stood on now.  Is the main road the straight and narrow way to God?  The tributary—how I’d been off so much-- So I chose to wash my items in that main road next to the tributary, signifying that I am back on the main.  Then I thanked the lessons in each of the items, as the spirit explained them to me, saw them as distractions from my path, or “sins” that separated me from the spirit—I released them to belong, once again, on an off-road.

The water flowing reminded me of the River of Life that flows from God’s temple in Heaven as described by so many who have seen heaven.  I went through each item and cleared it.  It was very powerful--very real.  Several neighbors up there drove by probably wondering about this woman with a walking stick standing out on the corner of the road.  I stood my ground though.  Now that I think of it, that was a test to see if I’d care so much about what I looked like—that maybe I’d back off and someone would drive over the items being washed in the stream. 

After I gathered the items, the dirt still clinging to the depression stick, and saw a square rock in the grove underneath.  I counted the sides; six.  I also saw a snake like stick and picked it up.  The serpent.  These would go with my items.  Perfect.  All sins.

 At home I wrapped them carefully in newspaper, thanking them and honoring what they’d taught me throughout my life.  Love is only thing that counts.  God is so merciful and God’s ways are mysterious.  Who sent the bird to fly over the exact spot where I’d find representations of exactly what I needed?

Honor & Noble

I finished the circle coming home in the west direction; Woman and innocence, introspection.

Creating Beauty—Caring for Family and their contribution to the world; Raising responsible, loving, capable children---Quietly loving, caring about self and others—Centered on God only.