When August rolls around and it gets hot in North America, what does that make you think of? Are you one who loves to hear rain on the roof? Do you find it soothing to feel the wind on your face like a dog riding with his or her head out the window? What is the sense you have when your hands are in the garden soil or you are walking barefoot on the beach? Think about the elements as one way you can balance your energy field.
The next time you have a symptom—maybe symptom is too strong a word—the next time your awareness of a particular sensation or pattern occurs, use your imagination to notice which element might be out of balance. Ask,”What will bring them back in?”
Deep breathing is often suggested as a means of stress relief. Breath contains both “wind” and “water.” If a muscle is tight, think about it reminding you of hard earth, and bring to mind the way a combination of water and air (tilling the soil) can assist growth. Perhaps you will benefit by drinking more water. What area of passion might light a fire in your heart?
If you only remember one thing about the importance of getting the elements back into balance and harmony in your life, remember this: YOU belong to the earth and the sky. You are made up of the same elements. You have a body; you think thoughts; you have feelings; and you are a spiritual being. Let every moment of your life be worth living! We live forever….
Messenger
by Mary Oliver
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.