Percolation...

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morninggold I notice that in my seasons of change and transition if feels like percolation. Percolate, according to the dictionary, is a verb with a definition of;

to become active, lively, or spirited.
to show activity, movement, or life; grow or spread gradually; germinate.
I see myself becoming a bit more silent and still, to give space for all the needs of my percolation...which seem to vary from the warning sounds of just about to overflow, to the first crackle of heat being voiced, to verifying the alchemy is complete by the darker color and the comforting aroma.
The signs are all there...pointing me in the right direction...guiding me to let it wait, and listen more deeply...it will all be okay.
Actually, it is already okay...percolation is the space of contained activity in between the start of something new and the consumption of something new.
I realize in this moment that what is important for me to consider is the questioning. Asking all the questions. Feeling my responses to them. Distilling what is true. Then drink with intention when the alchemy is complete.
It's not so much "who am I" that is being asked...it's the "am I who I am?"
Am I who I am? What within me points to yes? Follow that...and I am free.20150727_075542

Do you feel stirred by this? If so, I'd love to hear from you in the comments below. And feel free to share the crap out of this if you think it will stir something in someone else.
Big love,
Nissa