My life is full right now. In these times, I need a lot of energy to keep things moving, to stay sharp. It means I have to be on point with my diet, with my rest, and my relaxation.
I don't always do this well.
I need to ground.
I breathe in and out, and close my eyes. I picture my breath helping me push my awareness down. I sink into the earth, to the place where I begin. I sink easily because this is what my body does. It knows to return, to return.
Deeper and deeper, releasing what doesn't serve. Past the bones and the stones. The layers of the earth, myself, deeper and deeper.
The earth is warm and inviting, and I just want to drop down and rest, near the warmth, near the center of myself, my core.
I rest in the space between surface and center. Warmed and relaxed. Dropping away the things that don't serve me right now. Maybe later they might. Maybe releasing them will allow someone else to pick them up because that's exactly what they need.
I pull up the warmth into my bones, into my layers, and rise up again, towards the surface, the ease of returning to the place of beginning.
All the way up, up to the soles of my feet to my center, to my will, the place I find below my navel and above my pelvic bowl.
Rest here, I think. Rest here. Settle. Calm. You. Alive. The pulse of will.
A call comes to rise up, to move awareness upwards, to return to the place where I begin - the source. To return to the place where I am home among the stars. Rising up from my center to my heart, to my throat and third eye, rising, ever rising up - so easily.
I meet the top of my head, that place where the soft opening once was at birth, the connection to the divine, to the starlight and moonlight. Rising up, rising up past the atmosphere and into space, to planets and stars and galaxies and galaxies' galaxies up to the point or place I can't even imagine. Divinity. Source. Mystery.
I can rest here too. I can give what I don't need to the stars. I can release my fear and my worries to the moonlight. I can feel the lightness of my own being in the dark/bright expansive cradle of the universe, the multiverse, the above. Returning, returning...
When it feels right - and only then - I begin to drop my awareness back down, down to the place where this practice began, back down through the stars and the moonlight, the space and the mystery. Easily dropping down to the body I inhabit in this lifetime. Back through my crown, to my eyes and third eye, my mouth and throat, my heart, resting there for a moment.
Settling down, renewed, into my abdomen and will. I rest in myself. I am myself. I am connected to the energy that is all around me. I am back to the point of creation and beginnings. I am in touch with my divine self and my rooted being.
Grounded, present, alive.
"Forged in Flame: Creating a Reclaiming Beltane Ritual" - Creating Ritual issue of Witches and Pagans