Listening Through the Pierced Veil
by Lesha Kitts, RScP
Today I am experiencing the beauty of the words whispered to me, through a well pierced veil, as I hold my ear pressed to it and my eyes closed, so that all of me is listening. And to you; dear one, which speaks from the other side, I am grateful for the words you breathe into my Soul. Since you left this physical realm, you’ve shown up in so many ways to let it be known that everything is going to be alright and all is well. I feel you in the sunrise as the sun light peaks over the mountain and the last of the hummingbirds feast on nectar for their long migration south. I see you in the White Egret as she spreads her wings for flight and the gentle fluttering of the butterfly that danced along the hood of my truck, as I slowly meandered down a back road in the mountains. You show up softly as the field of wild flowers that beacons me to gaze upon them and as a self assured coyote that ambles along the Bosque trail, glancing my way, just to check in. I see your presence in the huge Cotton Wood tree that stands strong and majestic, always watching over us, just off the back patio, perfectly framed by the arch of a glorious rainbow. And as the day light drifts to sleep, I feel you touch my heart with a pink and orange hue to the clouds at sunset. Then the day gives way to the cool night air and you show up in the dark night sky as the stars and the moonlight that gentle caresses my smiling face. I am grateful to you for whispering through the veil and continuing to shine upon us. For those of us that are listening, our hearts are open to the magic you whisper in our ears.
Today I am grateful to the ones that have gone before me and love me enough to continue showing up in my life in so many wondrous ways and fill my soul with the knowing that life is a continuous and limitless journey, of Love. I believe this Mary Oliver poem is one that was whispered to her as she listened through a well pierced veil:
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
I hope as the Fall temperatures move in, and the geese and the cranes fly in and out of our beautiful Bosque del Apache, that we see ourselves in them or perhaps an old friend reminding us that there is always a time to spread your wings and fly! Take a moment. Close your eyes. Spread your wings and Listen with your Heart wide open!
This is my prayer for you.
So right here and right now, with Awareness in my mind, Conviction in my heart, Illumination in my soul, and the Divine expressing through me, I release this Blessing into Universal Law, allowing it to shine to its fullest potential and accepting that as I have spoken, IT IS DONE!
And So It Is!