In healing there is always that pristine moment, where the realization, like a pin drop in a silent hall, a gasp of awe, comes the awareness in its pure and vibrant simplicity, the understanding of what actually is. The ideas and stories the mind tells suddenly wash away, though they have been eroded slowly with each step unfolding in beautiful synchronicity with the ability to handle what is being unraveled.
We do not realize something with our mind alone - the rationality far too banal to compute the depth of realization. The delicate and profound balance holds us in homeostasis, we seek and we gather but we realize when we are able, when it is essential to our growth and power.
Trusting, trusting but actually, more a knowing. Like staring at the sky filled with stars, a flicker then a falling star, make a wish, it is true. She holds us in her beautiful way and she is all knowing. There is no wisdom escaping her gaze. We cannot fast track it, we follow the path and take the lead from the guide wire of our navel. It travels, from the depths of the womb and into the depths of the foremothers, the knowledge and integration of wisdom. The be all and end all, the is. The life.