by Adele Leung
I have a story to tell. This could be your story too.
This particular story is about a girl who was born believing that everyone is somehow the same, in some big way. Astrologically she is born a Virgo, hence, understanding the mechanics of things is important for her; yet for the bulk of her life she has also been blessed with a strong heart and an inherent trust in life. This trust has brought her what is of a knowing. Knowing is not knowledge, it also does not require proof. Simply put, it is just the way it is. The way is clear and the heart is still. There is no wavering, only an arrow-pointed determination towards a goal.
Years ago she felt a knowing in Mother Nature. She knows she is safe within the Mother. This is not knowledge, for the girl cannot proof it. All she knew was she had to return home, to a place where she is no longer fragmented anymore. She knew she had to return before she can move anywhere forward.
It was such a knowing that brought her back to Nature. The girl was with the Mother always, she does not wish to be anywhere else. Within the Mother, there is a mutual exchange of love. Over the years, the girl has moved many times, changed jobs, met different people; yet she carried Mother Nature within her, everywhere she went. The Mother is in her when she moved, danced, sang, wrote, worked; the Mother is also in her house, her body, her clothes, her food. She breathes the Mother and the Mother flows in her blood.
In truth, the Mother is everywhere, in every cell of every person. Never had it crossed the girl’s mind that it was considered “unconventional” to quit her job in the fashion industry to go farming, or to live in a remote island where the nearest transportation to civilization was an hours’ walk over mountains. Sometimes she forgets that she lives in Hong Kong rather than in the deserts of Mexico or on the mountains of the Andes.
Everyone has their comfortable and habitual way of life, and this is the life of the girl. Every day she wakes up at the crack of dawn to walk in the crisp cool air beginning the morning in communion with Pachamama. Some mornings the exchange with the Mother is deep in harmony, other mornings there is much discordance. Yet there is no where to hide within the Mother, only more openings. In moments of exhaustion or emotional disturbances, instead of stagnation, the girl chooses to continue walking. Without thinking, her two feet guide while her heart takes a rest. During thresholds when she is close to either breaking down or turning back, the girl continues walking. There comes a place and a time, when the exhaustion magically turns into an opening. It transforms into harmony.
Hong Kong is an opportune land for technology and modernity, and within its financial backdrops and glamor-laced and polluted air, the girl is now at home here. Harmony can only come from the inside. Whether on the top of Machu Picchu or at a beach on Lamma Island, the harmony is one and the same. Harmony is permanent, whereas peace is momentary. If Hong Kong is the place where she is to be presently for learning and for service, this is where she will be. And she feels the love of the Mother as immensely here as when she is breathing thin air, hugging the sun and the sky in Peru.
This is what the girl feels life is about, to be who she is from the depths of her heart, knowing that she is in unity, no matter where she is and how each day presents itself. Honoring her body and be grateful for its ability to sense and reflect both what is happening within and without energetically–individually, universally and collectively. Allowing herself time for solitude yet also be in union and communion with Mother Nature and all its beings.
The girl knows. She knows this is all a time of preparation and arduous training; she only smiles because honestly she is enjoying every moment of it, and this is all that matters to her.
Interesting… I liked:
“In truth, the Mother is everywhere, in every cell of every person. Never had it crossed the girl’s mind that it was considered “unconventional” to quit her job in the fashion industry to go farming, or to live in a remote island where the nearest transportation to civilization was an hours’ walk over mountains. Sometimes she forgets that she lives in Hong Kong rather than in the deserts of Mexico or on the mountains of the Andes.”