Good morning beautiful souls.
And in a live that I did recently came a thought about my shoulder surgery and how it was in reversed.
So here is a beautiful little meditation that came from those ponderings.
So let's begin slowly and imagine a low flame or maybe a kettle singing.
And long ago before hospitals and bright white rooms there lived a mountain woman whose strength was known across valleys and rivers.
She carried baskets,
She carried water,
She carried stories and sometimes she carried too much.
Over time her shoulder,
The place where burdens rest,
Grew weary and worn.
The bone thinned like old driftwood and the joint whispered,
I cannot turn as I once did.
And so the healers of metal and light came not to take from her but to gift her something new.
They placed within her a silver wing.
A quiet hidden wing crafted of earth's deep minerals.
Stone turned to steel,
Mountain turned to medicine.
But here is the secret the old stories tell.
The body does not mourn its old shape,
It remembers only movement and it remembers only flow.
And when the silver wing was set in place,
The mountain woman did not become less natural,
She became rebalanced.
Her shoulder was reversed,
Yes,
But her strength was not.
Instead of relying on torn and tired tendons she learned a new dance,
A different spiral,
A wiser arc of motion.
And the forest watched.
And the wind said,
She carries differently now.
And the mountain woman placed her hand upon her shoulder and spoke,
Thank you for adapting,
Thank you for learning again,
Thank you for holding me in a new way.
And the silver wing warmed,
Not because metal has life but because the body does.
Energy flowed not around it but through it.
And for energy is not afraid of change,
It is only afraid of stagnation.
And so the mountain woman rose each morning and stretched her arm toward the sun.
And this was not to prove strength but to greet it.
And every time she moved,
The wing shimmered,
Not in sight but in spirit.
A reminder when something is reversed,
It is not broken,
Sometimes it is simply supported differently.
Now maybe if you have any issues in your body that you place your hand gently over your area now and feel the warmth beneath your palms.
And as I say that I honor the silver wing within me,
I honor the mountain I've been and I honor the new way I move.
You find what you need to say quietly.
And now breathe in,
And breathe out.
We are not less whole,
We are just recrafted and somewhere in the unforeseen forest of our own bodies,
A silver wing is opening.
Namaste
