So I had a dream a few years back... I was inspecting the 'wares' at this store with a whole lot of puppies all placed as you would bakery goods on display. I was particularly interested in one, she was white and chubby (I think she was a french bulldog...) but as I gazed upon her, I heard a voice from the right of my vision (energies have form but speak without words) "No, not that one - the next generation." The energy then pointed to another display cabinet: "That one there - and her name is Forest". 'She' was ruby red and so tiny, all curled up like a cinnamon bun... So I waited, telling everyone who would listen that my pup was on her way and that her name was Forest (so I can learn to see the forest for the trees I figure. Ya know, see the bigger picture and not get caught up with specifics, details and individual events).
The day came when I saw that a friend's dog had pups. And yes, there she was in amongst the litter of 6 (one passed at birth). Not knowing my dream (why had I not told her?!), I phoned her up and said - I want a female - and her name is Forest. Not surprising, she and her partner had given each pup a 'litter' name that morning and they all had a forest theme: Sequoia, Moss, Pine, Rowen - and Hazel, a name close to my heart (known for wisdom, protection, divination - mystical magical properties and revered by ancient ones/druids).
She came from her mother gasping - it was obvious that being born was a challenge. It took her placenta half an hour to separate and come away - so it was also obvious she needed that prolonged oxygenated blood flow through her cord in order to safely transition (placentas are very inelligent creatures).
I know Forest is resilient. I know that she cherishes being here: she fought long and hard to be here... And she was exactly what I needed to enter into the next phase of my life (after fighting long and hard to be there for women): RETIREMENT (what ever THAT means...)
It's amazing how tired one can be when one walks away from one's passion and STOPS... How the body says "Finally! a chance to tell her what I really think; what I really feel: and what I really need!" And the spirit echoes these sentiments - and they both begin to natter away at me at the same time and I am lost in a (sometimes) cacophony of sound or (sometimes) a whisper filled with loving intent.
And Forest is there, in her beautiful presence - knowing the struggle of existence but a thriving warrior none the less. She is indeed my reminder to see the 'Forest for the trees'.
So I listen to the needs of spirit and body - and I rest, relax, set a 'routine' (woohoo! I can actually have a routine!!) to exercise, go for walks, spend time with family, hug my granddaughter, book a massage, throw my clothes off at night and know I don't have to set out clothes 'just in case' - that I'll be able to sleep all night if I want to (sometimes the moon and the stars and the planets beckon me...).
And sometimes, I can curl up in a little ball and let the world turn without me. Blessed be.




