Time is the Wind Time is a Mountain

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The trees are rustled by the wind, a fleeting breeze passing through. For a moment the trees get to dance and shake loose the leaves they no longer need.

In the distance, the mountains rise against sky, have been there for ages. Life comes and goes upon them. They still stand.

For a brief time we are here, standing on a spinning planet that will go on long after we’re gone. The brevity of a breeze, the longevity of a mountain, our time here must pass as though it were both.

Lately I’ve been thinking about how I live my life. I’m afraid I’ll run out of time to do all the things I want to do and yet I feel weighed down and unable to gather my energy to do those things. I move in slow motion. Time passes and I look back not seeing what I want to leave behind. The mountain is not rising.

And then I remember time is subjective. In order to live life with all of its ebbs and flows I need to see it as both the wind and the mountain. It is both fleeting and stretches infinitely before me.

To live as though time were infinite, a mountain standing steady through the ages, is to give yourself time to breathe and take in the gift of being here. There is no need to rush. There is enough time and what you accomplish today is enough even if you only got out of bed and spent the day staring out the window at wind through trees and mountains. Today the air is clear. I can see the mountains and know that the eternal is right here where I am.

The wind passes quickly and then all is still again. To live as though time were but a brief moment is to remind yourself to make the most of each day. I’ve learned not to rush, but I also know tomorrow isn’t a mountain but a breeze that may or may not pass through.

What both of these ways of living do is make me aware that now is what I have. Now is both fleeting and eternal. We are all just a wink in time and of the eons of galaxies, exploding stars and the dark and light beyond. Time stretches before us. How we choose to view it, to use it is up to us.

In every moment make time what you need it to be in order to heal. Today I see it as a mountain that will stand for an eternity. I’ll let it pass as it will without having to grasp it. I rest in the ever present now and let the mystery be.

Why Cauldron of Healing?

A cauldron is a container in which things are transformed by the heat of fire. The fire represents those experiences that help us grow. Our life is the cauldron, the container our soul uses to heal, transform and free us. Here is what I mean by freedom.

Freedom is to enter life more fully,

not to escape it.

Freedom is to enter the body more fully,

not to transcend it.

Freedom is to enter the moment more fully,

not to move beyond it.

Freedom is…

yours.

Cauldron of Healing

The fire brings changes.

Life brings changes.

The wood burns and I with it.

There is no other light but that

which burns within.

The cauldron bears the heat.

All within breaks down just enough

for something new to be born.

I am stirred.

My emotions, my sense of balance

stirred until something else begins.

The heat. The fire. Soon…

the moment of my rebirth.

Joanne Young Elliott ©2016