Your unfoldment follows the seasons. More light, longer light, greater light (in the northern hemisphere of your planet). And so in the upswelling movement, old memories and habits of thought rise. They rise like sticks in a stream. They are dry and brittle, have no power to stop the flow, but yes, they can drift together. They can trap leaves—your old impressions that are not useful to you now. The rush of water is so strong, as is the light. So for a day or an afternoon or an hour you feel caught. In that quick bundle of leaves and dirt there are tumbling pebbles. There are also flashes of brilliant sunlight on the water.
All this is going on in you, dear Ones. Even when you feel trapped, you are aware of the movement and the light. It calls you always on. Some may stay longer in the nest of the past, with hurts and betrayals to poke and scratch. No matter how long you tumble, you are aware in your core that these sticks do not hurt you as they once did. Harsh words do not pierce you; criticisms from others indicate where they are, not where you are. A fast moment of clarity. The wind shifts. The small bundle of twigs is loosed. The stream flows on.
You can be leading the way and letting other see how you manage every day to find your ease and feel your freedom. It grows in you so that it is unstoppable. The stream flows on. You don’t have to be perfect in some old, stale way; you are perfect in your fluid motion now. We are with you and we love you now.