Sitting in my living room listening to Wayne Dyer and working on my book, I heard a whisper of someone calling my name. Silencing all sounds I listened for the voice who beckoned. Into my awareness came the sounds of my wind chimes singing their song, and a gentle beckoning from the nature spirits to come outside. Everything paused as I listened, as if spirit was holding it's breath anticipating my response. Quickly I grabbed my fleece and ventured outside into the suns glorious warmth and beauty, to sit on my deck stairs and open my soul to the beauty that surrounds me.
With eyes closed and face upturned to the tickling of the sun's rays I listened for who knows what. I just listened. Ever so faintly I heard it. A spiritual stretching of Gaia. In my mind and inner ears I perceived Her, stirring from her long winter's slumber. She wakes! I smiled, as I envisioned Her wiggling her toes, yawning and stretching her spirit to feel the call to awaken. A smile drifted across my face as I heard her giggling at my excitement. I too stretched from my hibernation, letting all sounds and sensations wash over me like a refreshing wayshower. I heard Her giggle louder as She whispered of snooze alarms and drifting back off peacefully for a nap here and there before finally alighting from her dreams. Like a child waking her mother in the early morning hours, I am cautioned to be still and rest a little longer, allowing her time to wake gently and peacefully instead of jumping off her bed and into her movements. Also like a child I giddily and not so patiently await for our Earth Mother to flash her knowing grin and rise full into her glory, and to take my hand to walk with me. So blessed are we in nature, to feel and hear the call of awakening. My spirit is grateful for the calling of One so loving and giving, who beckoned me from her waking winter sleep.
