It was a small price to give over life and limb. Embracing the shadow turned my fear of separation into a playful mirage; what happened next made all else seem like I’d been looking at life through the eye of a straw.
ENORMITY. I looked down at my hands, my limbs, my face, and instead of skin I saw fabric made of stars. Instead of muscle and sinew, I felt the force that caused the Big Bang, my bones had become the gravitational pull, and my marrow morphed into the heat of the sun. I couldn’t see my carbon base. My blood was traveling like light and sound through time warps and wormholes. I was the creativity that birthed galaxies, dancing in celebration of itself.
I was connected to the consciousness that grew consciousness, to the field of possibility, to the lay lines from particle to particle. I was newborn and ancient flying through eternity, reeling with the miracle that we’re embarking on a creation that has never been seen.
The evolution, consciousness, and powers being unleashed are immeasurable. To finally lift off and explore the horizons beyond yesterday and tomorrow, with exaltation beyond our understanding–this is nectar.
We can trust this new life. It wants to live, to breathe, to create. This force knows how. It flows in and gives back, knows what it wants to touch, what to birth, when to grow. It knows the way to the sun. It’s one with it, with us. We are the light that circles the sea, the song of the musician, the dance of the poet. We are one with this life, with the love that gives the writer the story, and adds paint to the artist’s brush. We are the whisper in the heartbeat that says all of life is sacred, that every moment leads us to the center and out again. All roads lead to home. We can now walk in our true size. Enormous. It’s the size of Grace.