I picked it up, because there was a reason, even if it was not known to me. Drifting back into my thoughts, I let the twig turn gently in my fingers allowing me to see it from all angles without any agenda or reason. That’s what I call being in the Now Intention and boy is it enlightening.
This little sprig of wood was at some point in its existence part of a bigger tree, that would have stood in strength reaching its branches out to the Universe. And below, it would have been attached by its roots that went deep down into mother earth. Connecting us to both Heaven & Earth with branches and roots stretched out. As above, so below.
Then in a moment this little twig would have broken away, so I could find it, and pick it up and spend time in contemplation. What a gift I thought. Just for me.
As my walk came to an end, I realized I no longer had the little twig in my hand. My thought was that during my weed pulling the little twig had yet again continued on its journey and our time together was at an end.
Leaving those thoughts behind I ventured through my day feeling very blessed. It wasn’t until I went to bed last night that I felt something on the bed.... yes, it was my little twig, who had somehow come home with me. How, I have no idea, truly I don’t because I didn’t have any pockets in my clothing. So whether it was divine intervention or just a fluke it doesn’t matter.
Was my little twig a gift from heaven with the purpose of writing this blog? Or just because it wanted to remind me that trees are never limited. They are in balance and harmony with nature. The branches are always extending out reaching upwards seeking the light & nourishment. The branches will shelter & protect us. A tree stands strong, ever growing, ever changing.
After all, life is dependent on our own self awareness. Expanding and evolving as and when we are ready. Our vibrational essence knows that there is ALWAYS another way if something doesn’t work out for us, we just have to adapt and transform accordingly being OPEN to receive.
Vibrational Blessings, Debbie