Trust.

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Trust.

Recently, I've been giving a lot of thought and opening to heal around trust.

What I didn't expect when I had an experience of feeding chickadees while skiing was the pure giddy joy I felt in the trust and communication that went on in the simple lighting of the bird on my finger. There's really nothing quite like it, hard to describe such a tiny vibrant point of light within, except you know exactly where it is when you feel it.  

This experience with the chickadees hasn't left me, it helped me to integrate and put words to an experience I've been doing a lot of work around recently.

I had become aware, that although I'd "believed" the Universe to be a benevolent place and every experience, and every thing is FOR me rather than against me... I still had a deep seated belief that I did not trust in life.

I didn't really trust, not deep down.... And if I really believed, really, really believed, at my core, that the Universe does support and guide us all in health, to happiness, wellness, and living out our soul's purposeful life... then actually surrender and trust would be my core.

Trust would be the place from where I radiate and surrender would be my continuous action.....  

Chickadee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee.  

In love and service xo, Chloë

Ecstasy without End

Glorious is the moment we sit in the palace, You and I.
Two forms, two faces, but a single soul: You and I.
The flowers will blaze and bird cries shower us with immortality
The moment we enter the garden, You and I.
All the stars of heaven will run out to gaze at us
As we burn like the full moon itself, You and I.
The fire-winged birds of heaven will rage with envy
In that place where we laugh ecstatically, You and I.
What a miracle, You and I, entwined in the same nest;
What a miracle, You and I: one Love, one Lover, one Fire,
In this world and the next, in an ecstasy without end.

— Jalal-ud-Din Rumi

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