I have a few ideas bandying about, a few essays that are percolating to share here. I know I stepped away for a bit, thanks for your patience and picking back up The Golden Thread. It seems this year is about me actually managing my resources, starting with my life source, and then moving out from there. Where there is a real appraisal, when the flower is nourished, the bee it attracted, the cycle naturally expands. But no bee is interested in a flower whose adrenals are taxed - Right?
If you are new here, I finished my first book that is out this fall, and you can click here to be alerted when pre-sale opens. If you like to nourish your inner life with inspiration, and love a good story, I am confident Rebirth is a good read for you.
I have a request to ask, I would love to share the summer love we have here at The Golden Thread. Would you share your #favoritepost to social media? Our goal is to reach new readers this month. Will you help us? It takes a hive.
Do you know about Notes from the Universe? It’s a free e-mail where some very clever writers send profound reminders about how wonderful you are and how fleeting life is, much like the the reverent moment of stillness one has when you stumble upon a yellow-panted honeybee gathering his daily work from a flower.
It’s a miracle really when you get to see it.
When we lived in the city, we had tall, tall sunflowers. Each morning I would walk out to water and check on the sunflowers. I learned so much from them. I also learned that bees would sleep in the flowers, and the sunflower would curl her petals around the bee as a little cave or blanket.
The first time I saw it, I thought it a coincidence. The second time I saw it, I knew it was nature.
Can you imagine living in the boldness of being held?
I wanted to read you, or rather share with you, this morning’s note from the universe:
Bees can fly 12 miles without getting lost. Albatrosses, 25,000 miles. And flying insects, without eyes, have no trouble whatsoever finding their "soul mates."
Imagine what I can do for you, Kate, when you listen to the voice within.
Buzz,
The Universe
p.s.
Voice, Kate, not voices.
That’s the trick. Voice not voices. Voice not voices. There are so many voices theses days. So many ideas, so many things, but there is only so much time; there is only one life designed for you. Can you do all the things?
I can’t. But when I am aligned, and choosing the right things, I can do so much more, Have you ever noticed that? I have. It takes discipline though. It takes discernment. It is a practice I am tending to right now, choosing what flowers best serve my alchemy.
It’s not hard to dismiss a weed, or a dried branch for me. I know there is no honey to be made. It is the deluge of choice that is more difficult. It is the colorful distraction. I am learning though. The honeybees are helping. They don’t go to every flower you know. I have watched them alight and leave. I have also seen and tracked them return, to the same plant even around the same time of day. How do I know this? I watched. You can learn a great deal from watching from learning, from trusting yourself more than Google.
So I started to pay more attention to what I really needed. Once I created a focus, I created a well-laid path for all my fears and doubts to clamber for attention. A success! At least there was a enough light to disturb them and they had to reveal themselves.
I started taking smaller steps, over longer periods of time, rather than my previously successful pattern of large leaps for ginormous change in small periods of time. Time to move another way. I started meditating a lot more. Then, I took a little break. I took some time to digest, make the honey.
Then I took more time than I needed. And it was harder to come back and sit down. I had to remind myself (achieved through body movement, discipline and reading some great books) that I was getting close to that primal fear of my own power.
I had to snuggle in to life and ask for that sunflower hug of remembrance that life is truly wanting my effulgence. That everything trying was revealing as an answer to a plea, but the answer was me no one else could get that part straight; however, the budding trust, like a budding flower drew the community of resonance the bee-ings that I needed.
“Follow diligently the Way in your own heart, but make no display of it to the world.” - Tao the Ching
Try it.
Bees can fly 12 miles without getting lost. Albatrosses, 25,000 miles. And flying insects, without eyes, have no trouble whatsoever finding their "soul mates."
Imagine what I can do for you, when you listen to the voice within.
See you back here soon,
Kate
Class alert, begins June 21st: Cultivate silence & listen to your Voice, not voices.