A Taste of Etudes - Becoming

by Shirley Riga

I watched the documentary

Becoming last night

Michelle Obama’s new book

She inspires me

 

Her drive to keep on going

In spite of the push back she’s received

Every person she meets

She asks what brings you joy

 

Riding on her inspiration

Within a millisecond

Of a moment I ask myself

What brings me joy?

 

If I imagine I live

In an energy world

With no forms

Only color energy

 

I would see children

And four-legged beings

As bright colors

Moving bouncing exploring

 

I would see houses bursting

With color

where the love congregates

brought together by the pandemic

 

I would see gardens and

Natural surroundings

Lit up with an iridescence

That just glows

 

And in this fantasy

I look down below me

On the ground

Imagining the earth

Energy is changing as

We live our daily lives

 

There’s much mending going on

Forces of color are blending

With each other

Rejoining from separation long ago

 

There’s a hum of change

On the surface under our feet

In our breath

we can feel the vibration

 

Most all humans aren’t

Aware of the change

Much like an ice cube tray

Full of water in the freezer

 

We don’t watch the change,

though know it’s happening

water changing into crystals

as we trust the cubes will become

 

I saw the movement last night

While standing in my living room

Not fully understanding

And knowing it’s good

 

It’s mending

It’s recognizing

It’s reconnecting

 

The pause button is still active

By the very force of nature

We are witnessing Mother Earth

Taking charge

 

Realigning

Reconnecting

Repairing

Resetting

 

There is hope

For however you define

the power of the universe

Changes are afoot

 

There are the green shoots of spring

Sprouting up through the darkness

Those struggling and passing

See color more vividly beyond the veil

 

Those helping with their many skills

See bright colors in

The love and appreciation

expressed to them

 

Those unwilling to see the color

They will at some point

When they recognize love in their heart

And get beyond the pain they hold center

 

Spring time is not only spring time

It is a rebirthing of Mother Earth

Into a new world of color

 

Doubts will rise with fear

as we see the bleakness

Of the human spirit

Wounds continue to be revealed

And we fall into darkness

 

And every time we choose

To remember

We can find ourselves

Using love we hold in our hearts

 

Love in our choices

Love in our gut

Love in our actions

Love in our physical bodies

Love in our minds

Love

Shirley Riga, healer, teacher, author and spiritual director, practices locally and virtually as a spiritual counselor, sound healer, trance medium, master Reiki practitioner and Hospice volunteer. For more information, www.shirleyriga.com.