Before you read on, look at the clock. What time is it right now? Tell me in the comments. The Field loves a clock.
Together we have walked 6 days. The frequency of home and hearth and love. Bless you.
Thank you for reading. For sitting on the boulder with me as the sun went down behind the Swartbergs. For staying as the first stars came through. For listening to the wind move through the karee trees, the cicadas rise at dusk and the gwarrie hold its ancient frequency, and for letting all of it speak to something inside you.
I want you to know: ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐ป ๐ฝ๐๐ฟ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ฒ.
You are an active participant in a great field of energy and frequency, co-creating your life and your reality every day. Pay attention to the signals around you.
There is only one light on the planet that shines like yours does.
There is only one love in the universe that radiates the colors of your soul.
Your talents are unique and valuable.
Your life is an irreplaceable gift to the world.
โข Find your people
โข Be gentle with yourself
โข Welcome delicious wildness into your life
โข Love your body, every cell sings your soul song into the world
โข Claim your fullness as the great co-creator of your life
When I came home from the boulder that evening, I understood something new. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ. The roots of the gwarrie. The branching of the karee. The veins of every leaf I had ever walked past without truly seeing. The slow, patient lines of the Field, etched gently into my heart.
I think this is what happens to all of us, eventually. We stop trying to read the Field from a distance, and we let the Field read us. We stop asking ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ? and we start asking ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฆ? We stop counting the numbers, and we let the numbers count us home.
And so today, I offer you a blessing.
Six of them, in fact. Choose the one that finds you.
- May the numbers that find you arrive gently, and may you recognize each one as a greeting.
- May the feathers, the birds, and the small uncanny moments keep arriving, each one right on time.
- May the soul standing beside you feel like home, in a way beyond language.
- May the wind through the karee trees always sound like a message meant for you.
- May the old trees remind you that some frequencies are older than memory, and may you feel yourself belonging to them.
- May the light catch you every so often and turn an ordinary moment holy.
And so it is. ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง my love ๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐?
Comment the number (1 to 6) and one word for how it feels.
And may you walk through your days knowing the Field is closer than you think. It is here. In the wind. In the wildflowers. In the lines of your own name. In the date written on the very first page of your life. In the soft, persistent voice that has carried you all the way to this post, on this day, at this exact moment.
You are always been spoken to. The field around you simply asks for you to listen.
๐ ๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ง๐๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐๐๐ฌ – ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ช๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฅ
๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ – ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐น๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ.
๐๐๐๐ญ ๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ – ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ธ๐ฐ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ
The Karoo is golden today. After a week of little glimpses, the door is finally open. Come and wander through my online home: stories, images, and the quiet corners of the Karoo I hold dear.
Frequency Codes are here.
I will meet you there
SharynAnn
Before you read on, look at the clock. What time is it right now? Tell me in the comments. The Field loves a clock.
Together we have walked 6 days. The frequency of home and hearth and love. Bless you.
Thank you for reading. For sitting on the boulder with me as the sun went down behind the Swartbergs. For staying as the first stars came through. For listening to the wind move through the karee trees, the cicadas rise at dusk and the gwarrie hold its ancient frequency, and for letting all of it speak to something inside you.
I want you to know: ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐ป ๐ฝ๐๐ฟ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ฒ.
You are an active participant in a great field of energy and frequency, co-creating your life and your reality every day. Pay attention to the signals around you.
There is only one light on the planet that shines like yours does.
There is only one love in the universe that radiates the colors of your soul.
Your talents are unique and valuable.
Your life is an irreplaceable gift to the world.
โข Find your people
โข Be gentle with yourself
โข Welcome delicious wildness into your life
โข Love your body, every cell sings your soul song into the world
โข Claim your fullness as the great co-creator of your life
When I came home from the boulder that evening, I understood something new. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ. The roots of the gwarrie. The branching of the karee. The veins of every leaf I had ever walked past without truly seeing. The slow, patient lines of the Field, etched gently into my heart.
I think this is what happens to all of us, eventually. We stop trying to read the Field from a distance, and we let the Field read us. We stop asking ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ? and we start asking ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฆ? We stop counting the numbers, and we let the numbers count us home.
And so today, I offer you a blessing.
Six of them, in fact. Choose the one that finds you.
- May the numbers that find you arrive gently, and may you recognize each one as a greeting.
- May the feathers, the birds, and the small uncanny moments keep arriving, each one right on time.
- May the soul standing beside you feel like home, in a way beyond language.
- May the wind through the karee trees always sound like a message meant for you.
- May the old trees remind you that some frequencies are older than memory, and may you feel yourself belonging to them.
- May the light catch you every so often and turn an ordinary moment holy.
And so it is. ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง my love ๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐?
Comment the number (1 to 6) and one word for how it feels.
And may you walk through your days knowing the Field is closer than you think. It is here. In the wind. In the wildflowers. In the lines of your own name. In the date written on the very first page of your life. In the soft, persistent voice that has carried you all the way to this post, on this day, at this exact moment.
You are always been spoken to. The field around you simply asks for you to listen.
๐ ๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ง๐๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐๐๐ฌ – ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ช๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฅ
๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ – ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐น๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ.
๐๐๐๐ญ ๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ – ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ธ๐ฐ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ
The Karoo is golden today. After a week of little glimpses, the door is finally open. Come and wander through my online home: stories, images, and the quiet corners of the Karoo I hold dear.
Frequency Codes are here.
I will meet you there
SharynAnn
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