This week feels like an unusual week as I returned to the pristine beauty of northern California. Experiencing somewhat of a paradox, and yet attempting to link the physiological with the spiritual.
As I was meditating in the forest yesterday morning, I got stung by a wasp. My eyes were closed and I didn’t see the animal coming. I witnessed the venom—or the nectar—travelling through the top of my hand. It seemed to be contained for a few hours. Yet started spreading again to the point that, by the middle of the night, it had progressed to the base of my fingers and around my wrist. My skin became itchy and the irritation was well alive.
As I reflected on this fluid’s unusual journey throughout the extremity of my limb, I realized that it played a purpose similar to the one I came here for: soliciting my body’s natural ability to fight and heal so that, eventually, it would remove impurities.
Impurities of the body, as well as impurities of the mind, heart and soul.
It feels like tremendous work to undertake, unearthing our ripening karma in the process, tackling our conscious—or not so conscious—fears and phobias; yet healing is an essential function if we want to move forward toward our personal—and collective—purpose. And usher as “fresh and vibrant beings” into this New Earth.
In retrospect, the wasps may be playing a role similar to the one the global pandemic has forced us to address and combat since the beginning of the year.
Are we ready to use our natural ability to heal to the utmost?
Are we willing to do it?