…..“Madonna of the Pomegranate”, Botticelli
First I saw his dogs – all three of them from the vertically challenged and mutated leg variety. Then I saw him, walking in a bent over shuffle, so intent on his business that he didn’t call his dogs back when they came leaping and yapping towards me.
When I crested the hill, saw him and realized what he was doing, I just had to smile to myself. I had been sure I was the only one in the world that did that! And yet there he was! Much older than I, and with a thoroughness and skill born of experience, his motions were graceful and fluid. He was my comrade in The Light:
A Worm Rescuer.
The rain had just stopped an hour before, so the sidewalk was covered with them – Earthworms, some of which were a good 6 inches long and as fat as pencils. In fact, this particular point in the trail must be the Orange Crush of the crawly world because even the slightest touch of dampness is enough to get the little beasties roaming and flopping about in all directions. It’s a rare morning that doesn’t have me doing just what this man was. If I eye one that looks (a) alive and (b) big enough to handle a touch without injury in the process, I stoop – scoop – and toss. I only toss a few, though, because – well – because Earthworms make me Think.
Why have they chosen to crawl across the cement? Have they found themselves there by accident? Have they been dropped there from On High by a bird with a loose grip? Do they KNOW that there’s almost no chance they’ll make it across the 7 foot span of walkway to the other side? Are they intentionally committing Squirmacide?
And the biggest question of all: Am I interferring with the natural Circle of Life by picking them up and tossing them back onto the grass?
This question has become even more important to me in recent weeks. My entire way of Doing Life has dramatically changed. It’s almost as if by living a Surrendered lifestyle intentionally, I’ve finally come into my Yin energy in full measure. I don’t push against The Flow any more. Rather, I walk with anticipation one step at a time – waiting to see what Flows towards me next. It’s about Receiving and Being vs. Doing and Bulldozing. Somehow I’ve gone softer, my days and attitude more pliable, like a piece of clay in the Hands of the Universe. It’s not that I don’t ‘do’ things or have my own opinion. I do! But I don’t define myself by them anymore. The boundaries of my life are fluid and by living from a heart centered place, surrendered to the process of my life, I’ve been liberated. I accept those things and people which enter my experience as Directly Sent Ones. “Manifesting” has taken on all whole new meaning as secret desires suddenly become concrete realities but without all the trying.
Concrete. On a hot summer day, one will find Earthworm skeletons on the path tossed about like confetti. And I noticed something. Many of them curl in upon themselves in a Spiral – a shape I have come to honor as a sacred symbol of the Divine Feminine. Of the word and practice of “Gratitude”. Spirals are everywhere in the natural universe – and that simply cannot be a coincidence!
So then, my Burning Question. Am I interferring with the course of their destinies when I choose to pick them up and ‘rescue’ them? With an innate inner knowing, have they come to offer up themselves in Gratitude to the Great Goddess who created them, returning back to the Earth to be reclaimed, recycled, and reborn?
Am I pushing against THEIR flow?