Wisdom from Creaking Rocking Chairs

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Imagine the sound of a creaking door, slowly opening.

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I was out on our Pine City Property yesterday.  My monthly escape from the bustle of my work and home.  My self-imposed GLORIOUS time out.

Next to me, I hear the crackle of my campfire.  Occasionally geese fly overhead with their honking as they migrate. 

It's the stillness I notice.

And the sound of creaking doors.

An old branch blowing in the breeze, makes the sound of a creaky door.

I stopped for a second to listen.  More than one.  Not constant.  Just …. occasional.  I count four in different directions.

I close my eyes.  Pause.  Waiting for the next creak. 

My imagination drifts with the pause.

I see a grandmother, rocking in her chair.  A loose board in the floor creaks as she rocks forward.  She's doing close work with her glasses pulled down her nose.  Needlepoint or knitting.  With her hands and fingers working mechanically and oh so artfully, she's telling me a story of my ancestors.  I sit across the room.  Her eyes dance as she occasionally rocks forward in the chair, looks at me over her glasses and emphasizes a particular point in the story.

I open my eyes and feel blessed – surrounded by grandmothers.  Each one telling me stories with each creak of her chair.

I feel …. at home.

Thank you, grandma, for the gift of feeling at home.

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On my hour drive to the woods, my thoughts swirled.  My heart has been troubled of late as I wrestle with my True Purpose. 

I have 4 books to write.  Weekly blog posts.  My monthly program to deliver.  Building an Ap based on my research of the Titanic.  Creating a beautiful coffee table photo book of our journey to Delphi Greece.  Busier than ever.  I receive a CONSTANT stream of ideas, downloads and intuitions.  If I chase each one, I'm a dog chasing my tail.  LOTS of activity with little progress.

I feel blessed with the abundance.  And exhausted with constant spinning.

Feel that way sometimes?

Am I doing what I should be doing?  Am I living fully into my True Purpose? 

With all this spinning in my head, and the grandmothers surrounding me, I ask them my question.

"What should I be doing?"

They tell me I'm asking the wrong question.  'What should I be doing' is a question about me, as if I'm the center of the universe.  In this space, I am not in the center.  I adjust my question.   I utter the new question,

'What do you want me to do?'

Was it the hiss from the fire?  Or the answer to my prayer?  Either way, I hear loud and clear:

"THISSSS !!!"

I've tortured myself over what I should be doing.  I make plans and analyze.  I meditate and pray on the question.   Contemplating the question spins me out of the preciousness of THIS present moment!

Yes, THIS. 

Experiencing the beauty and presence in THIS moment is the most precious action I can take.

I relax.  Feel the slight breeze across my skin.  Earth supporting me.  I breathe deeply. 

Yes, I am blessed!

I am grateful.  Thank You!

Our ancestors are always present and ready to guide us.  Just stop.  Listen to the creaking trees.  The geese flying overhead.  Whatever you notice, ABSORB the gift of their stories in your heart and soul.  Be here.  Truly present. 

THIS!