My Source of Energy

Today the sun was strong enough to do what I do every year, this time of year. I find a tree wider than myself and lean back against her, taking in the late winter sun, closing my eyes, my hands against her trunk reaching into her crevices as I let go and celebrate the coming of spring. Every year when I do this, and let myself rest against her as the warm sun floods into me, I begin to see the same rainbow, first bright red from the new fiery light, then orange, slowly turning into yellow, and I am thinking sun, and think maybe this is how far I will be experiencing this year, but then comes the green, before any has appeared outside, and I feel a depth of pain I can only linger in a short while, for all the women who are in pain and still unsafe, and I know I am in my heart, then slowly blue comes as I breathe, stay long enough, and I am in air, all the thoughts and ideas that are swirling from our global international women's day celebrations, and they gently fold into the night indigos and purples that will soon be in the night sky, the promise of beauty in the near future, as we reach the indigo potentials of our third eyes and the crowning glory of our collective highest thinking. This year it is stronger than ever. I turn around and wrap my arms around her, press up close against her, breathe, feel her strength, open my heart, let go, feel her strength enter and love her, love her, love her, thank her, promise to protect her. Love to you all.