March, entering open space

​March. Each month the energy shifts. Can you feel it?
I'm sitting out on my porch, the sun is shining and I am seeing a plethora of flowers exclaiming the exuberant delight of spring. ⠀
It's chilly and I'm bundled in my coat and scarf but everything around me is exclaiming: spring, awaken, rise, emerge, life! ⠀
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My inner landscape is no longer bound in the void, being unmade once again. No longer contracted, unraveled, loosing the self to re-imagine myself anew. ⠀
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There is a sense of quiet. ⠀
Of stillness. ⠀
I feel ready. For my next. To create. ⠀
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Yet, I can't find the first note of the song. ⠀
There are no tendrils of possibility to press my fingertips against. ⠀
No visions that emanate from a soul desire. ⠀
There is simply a blank canvas that is waiting for my first brush stroke. ⠀
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The only sense that I have is that the note is there, but I can not find it as I do not yet have the conceptual framework to know what it is that I am hearing, sensing, perceiving. So there is emptiness. ⠀

Sometimes, when one has been undone and remade for months on end in the void, the 'new' is like a galaxy of unknown shapes and forms. The eyes don't know what they are seeing as they have never seen it before. The ears don't know what they are hearing, the senses are confounded because what is wanting to be created is beyond what was known before, beyond what this reality had offered before.⠀
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I sit here.⠀ Asking. ⠀
How can I align with this that I have an awareness of yet can not perceive? ⠀
What energy, space consciousness can I be to meet this in exquisite celebration and ecstatic communion?⠀
What source points can I connect to to allow this dance to commence? ⠀

So I sit here. Asking. And trusting. Yes. In order to navigate this crazy journey, there has to be so very much faith and trust. In the internal. And the external. ⠀
And I know, that this crazy sweet life that I have been given is worth every second of this journey into the unknown. ⠀
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Wherever you are in the spectrum of deep diving within and the joys of spring blossoming, know that you are exactly where you are meant to be. Trust your own cycles of becoming. You do not conform to a single blueprint as you are uniquely you.