Standing steady on the mountain top at dawn. My gaze fixed on the eastern horizon patently waiting for daybreak. Slowly tracing my breath from my feet to my crown feeling like a chestnut tree deeply rooted in mother earth.
The tiny bright amber-gold-orange light of the rising sun looking like a half dome on the horizon. Feeling my ancestors standing behind me, balancing me and holding me safe in the moment. Every cell in my body alive with creative impulses I stood still, drinking in the moment. Sun rising into a full blinding orb perched just above the horizon too bright, my gaze turns upward. It’s rays shining on clouds appearing like cotton candy dipped in honey hanging in a sparkling ocean blue sky, of slow shifting hues. The infinite possibilities of this auspicious day filling me with subtle joy. The core of my being strong with knowledge of other worlds, I dare not move.
I was witnessing sunrise of the Autumnal Equinox, the moment of planetary balance between light and dark. This natural annual event washed my heart back to infantile innocence.
The kaleidoscope of color presented by the rising sun gradually turned to a pale white-blue sky. Silently I stood on the mountain top, tongue resting at the roof of my mouth, lips gently touching, truly satiated in this moment.
Then the brightness of this special new day too much for my eyes. I turned my face towards the silent valley.
Whoop, Whoop, Whoop, the sound of wings beckoned my attention. There, at my left shoulder was a pure white dove. She began a soft Coo-coo Coo-coo Coo-coo song. Enthralled I had to join her song, Coo-coo Coo-coo Coo-coo. Peace, peace, peace.
In that moment the mystery of my life purpose was revealed.
I am merely a catalyst.