Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

They say there are no finer tree with roots firmly planted, with evergreen needles and pinecone, and the praise of wild birds and wild air, like the Eastern pinecone, with it stillness and clarity like the passing wind. Hope is in its pinecone, wild like air, wild like birds gliding across the skies.

We went running today. The last time was March 30th. My mind and mood have been off for awhile and nothing like running to reset things back in motion. While running, I came across the Eastern pinecones below. They were perfect by design. Nothing seemed out of place. Not its crown or its pinecones, everything was still, in a sort of quiet trust, wild like the air, considering how they rustled as the wind blew, that it dawned on me, be still and know you are covered by the love of the one who started this journey. Nothing will be out of place when you stay in him. So we are finding rest. Finding clarity in quietness and trust. I told myself it’s time to take a back seat and be still. I don’t intend to move again from his presence. The journey didn’t start today. He knows the plans. I have been wrestling on my own for too long, moving as if on my own but things are coming around and in place. So I will be still. To see us soar above the storms that last year brought, soar above people too that this year used, is to never forget how it all began.

So we are letting go. I expect some to let go too. We are beginning afresh in stillness and quietness. We made two new additions to our team last week. Three if you really ask me but one is just coming back. I sat back and watched how the week unfolded. For once I wasn’t rushed, wasn’t choosing or begging people to join. The ones coming along, seem to fit like a glove. What they didn’t know was that I was meditating. Deep one during the process and I asked and asked for signs with each breath (lessons from the midnight event that the other place taught with love and grace from my village). I saw signs in ways that my soul found rest. He is all I need this time around. I know his power. His love too in quietness and trust. The pinecones I saw today showed me how to continue tobe still and soar. Nothing will be out of place when you begin with him. We are being still, being wild too like these pinecones, with all its needles in place.