The number 3 reminds of a triangle of balance and retreat.
Contemplation of the tree of strength lead me to a water goddess with watercolours and water. A female shape like the wisdom of the tree, a softness, a strength that has not been understood in this world. She has both heart and brain and they are integrated together, both being used like the deepest intuition from an ancient realm.
I always resonated with trees and when lonely would walk and dance around them in Sydney when I was younger and feeling homesick, I will always remember their deep wisdom. Its interesting that when thoughts of strength come to mind the words bold, tough, loud, fight, stand up for your self, compete, male, muscles and so on...have dictated this meaning. I read this week that male attendants ran the aslyums until control became less important. It was then that women stepped into these nursing roles. I see strength as the softness of the feminine tree that sits and continues in slience with a deep knowing emuating from the roots of intuition. This more mysterious, watery, malleable, adaptable, forever slowly moving substance is where I find my own power. My strenghts are not those initally thought of in this society. However I am in love with these aspects of myself and finally feel like I can move in this way.
This week was about healing, retreating and reviewing where I am at. A feeling that I can move forward in my own light, taking with me this strength that can sometimes be overlooked. I want to play my own game, no one else’s and find my own powerful flow and balance. The movement and flow of water is something I have been contemplating. Our individuality, our own freedom of self. To be able to watch our progress, to be able to trust, to be able to just be, like the tree, be like water, drifting and flowing and enjoying the ride. Stepping back and taking the window seat, watching the drips of rain on the window pane.
