....and then I smell the daffodils or buttercups as we called them growing up in the country. Their sweet scent intersects with my path and suddenly I am awake. Their yellow faces like suns spring from the crystal vase as I suddenly know this is how we are born to be. Our spirits are those same suns held in the crystal vase that is the body.
If within I hold the sun and my body is crystalline, why have I lived so negligently? How is it I forget who I am with such ease?
I imagine the shift to seeing, feeling and loving who I intuitively know myself to be. And on days like today when I'm sleepwalking and forget, I am grateful the scent of daffodils awaken me and are memory for me.
What awakens you to who you really are? What or who holds the memory of a deeper, higher You for you?
Imagine the Shift.
- Dawn, the Good News Muse 6 February 2012