The Gifts of
Present Moment I am happy and well.
I am at
home in a safe place in a natural country setting I am enchanted with.
I am in a
wonderful satisfying relationship with a man I adore.
My body is
My needs of
food and shelter are looked after.
I am at
peace with myself and the Creator, understanding and accepting of, content with the process of my Earthwalk
is my motivation for doing anything?
care of nurturing and cleaning up is simple. My material needs are provided for at this moment. I am at a mature
age where I no longer have any ambitions of things I need to prove to myself or the world.
situation is all very new to me. I recently moved into this relationship and the country home that is a distance
from anywhere I lived before.
realizing that I have no history with this area and this community. There are no friends here who call me for
companionship, no children asking me to babysit grandchildren, no one that has any idea of what gifts and talents I
have that may be of use or need to them, no one mirroring to me any notions of who I have been or how I have
influenced their lives.
appreciate the incredible freedom this gives me to recreate myself.
Simultaneously I see and appreciate the gifts of history. When there is history, there are people
of family and community that know you or know of you and what you are capable of doing. They seek to engage you in
their lives and plans. This in turn provides motivation for service and opportunity for personal growth, practice
of being in relationships and having experiences that challenge you to love more and more inclusively, to expand
your consciousness and notions of reality.
As I write
these words I also see that this is what I am creating for myself as I continue through time in the place I hope
and expect to develop a history with.
to my mind a shamanic experience I had a number of years ago. I was caretaking the place of a sister who was on
vacation. One evening I was drumming and talking to spirit worlds when a human spirit man hopped out of the drum
and sat in a chair across from me. We had a conversation, much of which I do not remember. Forever imprinted on my
mind, however, is the segment where he introduced himself as a First Nations Native American ancestral
I told him
that I was of Latvian descent, that I did not have any Native American ancestors.
response to me was: “You do now.”
I have been
on a quest all of my conscious life to find the place on this earth I can put roots down into. My parents were
driven out of their beloved birth country by war and while the city of Toronto, they arrived to, provided a shelter
for the Latvian culture and a stimulating childhood education for their children, it did not invite them to put
to have dreams of the east coast of Canada when I reached puberty and eventually, after exploring the west coast, I
found myself sitting in a screened porch, looking out over a bay of the Atlantic Ocean.
when the rocks of this area recognized me, and sent the energy to connect me to this ground. Then the plant worlds
made friends with me. Next, the ancestors were adopting me.
is a man and gardens.
I am fully
confident that, in time, people of the community will find ways to engage with me. We will create the further
history. Meanwhile, in this present moment, I am content and well.
appreciate your history, the motivation and inspiration it brings to your life!