Re-Birth

It's been 2 months since we've moved from London to our new life in Bancroft, Ontario.

Although there have been many emotions and physical demands involved in this transition, we are feeling very 'at home' in this new place. The area surrounding us is breath-taking with its rolling, rocky hills, forested trails and beautiful tributaries.

While I feel at home in this beautiful landscape, there is a part of me that feels unsettled and somewhat untethered around who I am and how I am meant to serve in this new place. For reasons that are practical and necessary I know that I am in a resting and waiting

phase, as restoration and transformation is taking place within me. When not pushing and

striving to make certain things happen, I'm aware of the many signs telling me that I am meant

to pause, move slowly, be present and be compassionate in this restless discomfort of waiting

and not knowing.

This waiting period seems much like the waiting for the birth of a new baby. I find comfort in

this analogy, as I witness our daughter preparing for the birth of her first baby and our first

grandchild. There's an excitement and a wondering, planning and preparations, certain fears

and discomforts, and an excitement and trusting that all will happen with perfection. Even in

those waking hours in the middle of the night, I've decided to accept the invitation to be in the

stillness of 'being' rather than 'doing'.

At times I feel content in this waiting, as I restore my energy and simply enjoy discovering the

new environment. I am content to walk when the outdoor calls me, rest when my body and

mind are fatigued and create when inspiration rises. It's a treat to be available for any request

our daughter has to support her and her partner as they are preparing for this major life-altering event in their lives.

The difference in my personal situation is that my restless waiting feels less like birth for me,

and more like a spiritual metamorphosis or re-birth of self. My waiting is about letting go of

control and loosening hold of the things that have defined me and my purpose in life. I'm

being called to surrender to the psychic discomfort that comes with not knowing how things

will be. When I do find a compassionate presence within me, I am able to allow all the turbulent stirrings to be witnessed. Then a deeper knowing reminds me that my soul is collaborating with Spirit.

I trust that in this unmoored state, a divine partnership is at work stretching me while

weaving the invisible threads of who I am in this new tapestry. As we enter into Solstice and the season of Christmas, I pray that you remember that we are all an essential piece of the tapestry of life.

May Peace, Love and Joy surround you.

Carole