Have you ever in your life, had a consistent sensory memory when you say to yourself, if not for that, I may not have made it?
A sensory memory… such as a breeze through the kitchen window, allows you to feel in alignment with all that is. You feel connected with who you really are, its a feeling of peace. It may dven be a longtime memory or feeling, and it always brings you back to center.
I have one to share, it is a breeze through the kitchen window. No matter where I live or the temperature, when ever I feel a breeze through the kitchen window, it takes me back to my soul center. I feel at peace, I breathe deeply and I travel along the breeze to wherever it takes me. The destination never matters, it’s the feeling of peace and alignment that comes with it.
When I first became aware of the power of this particular sensory memory, (origin unknown) I was in my early motherhood years living where I really did not want to live. Also, I must add, besides the breeze there was a wonderful oak tree in the front yard. The combination kept me present yet knowing, I was more than what I was experiencing at the time, and I felt clearly able to focus on presence, yet understand there is a future me.
How? Well the breeze can take on many different forms of travel — through time, or imagination and season.
The tree was grounding for me as a creative, loving spirit in a human body who was faithfully and lovingly raising my baby boy as I had promised. Is any life ever perfect? Well, we know that if we can maintain our presence in the moment, flow occurs. AND yes, it can be perfect without judgement. But we always strive to judge don’t we? Especially ourselves.
Remembering I felt as though I was a mere function, as a mother… breastfeeding, cooking, cleaning and working.
It can be mundane and boring. Yet, if you stay in the love you feel for your child, you can bring joy and comfort to your soul.
I know I was able to do so. I do not regret a moment of that experience, as I have never felt such unconditional love. As I now grieve my own Mother’s passing, I understand one thing more than ever. She always told me I had to had bear a child, for “you never feel that type of love from another,” she said. And, of course, she was right. Thankfully I did feel that overwhelming, unconditional love and connection with my son.
But, one main memory that got me through the mundane parts of that experience was a “breeze through the kitchen window.” As I have lived my life through its ups and downs, the breeze lifts me up, no matter the circumstances. I just stop, breathe and allow stillness. If only for a minute or two.
I felt it just now, and I feel it often. I allow it to take me on a magic carpet ride, rejoicing in flying, over the clouds, smelling the cool, fresh air.
Knowing that yes, I can do anything. I can correct any type of down ward spiral, but acknowledging my sovereignty as a unit of divinity is the reminder of such.
Realizing that our souls as contained in our human bodies, can create our day, our magic or our sorrow. It really is up to us. It matters not to anyone else or any other soul or God or the collective consciousness.
When we do transition, or pass on, there is no judgement. We become free. So as I relish in my breeze through the kitchen window, or you relish your tomato garden, or watercolor painting, just remember, today is all we have.