The Toes Knows

Seeking wisdom and healing love during today’s meditation, I sat bathed in sunlight on my living room floor. I felt the light flowing through all parts of my body. I followed no purposeful pattern of aligning chakras, or ritual, just an innocent trust in the universal moment, eyes closed. I asked for a cleansing, a healing of impurities from the light and warmth of the sun as colors filled my field of vision. Then a deep sadness arose within and I found myself falling slowly prostrate to the floor weeping, consumed with the knowledge of my own pain and that of the world around me. Suddenly, quick flashes of the suffering of humanity… hunger, wars, abuse, genocide of the tribes, and the deep sorrow of the earth. Knowing I needed to release this great sadness I allowed my tears to form a puddle on the floor in the dust. Here I felt the healing power of water (my tears) and the power of the earth (its dust). Next feeling the heat of the sun beaming down upon me it revealed the power of fire as I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly… breathing in and out; I then acknowledged the power of air. I focused on these four elements to fuel the fifth element of the soul, each moment giving truth and purpose to the powers all intermingling as the formless fields of color continued to play. With intent I then gathered myself up along with my tears on the floor with the dust and with deep humility and gratitude for these gifts I used them to wash over my face, hair and body. I allowed the sadness to flow through me… seeing it, I accepted it, embracing it; I showered all with light and love. Then I exhale releasing the sadness, inhaling I replace it with joy. Immediately I have a flicker of wonder about god. A thought of who or what this might be, I feel very strongly it is the child spirit that resides in everything, I feel a playful embrace of true power; pure, innocent…. as this inner child giggles and tells me to today we will be acknowledging toes. What? A big smile floods my face, really? This is the infinite great wisdom of God? Well why not? I have to laugh… This makes me very happy, only a child would recognize the power of toes. Why not toes? Visualizing now on my toes, so silly in form and yet so essential to balance and freedom. I had to giggle, I had to smile and laugh no great revelation, no all seeing, all knowing divine will… just toes. I am told any toes will do, mine or yours, that of a cat or a bird or a deer’s hoofs, any toes would do. I was then informed the only ritual necessary was to imagine the toes, see their gifts and purpose, be thankful and joyful, and then to wiggle all of my toes in delight, in a dance of glee. Today a great mystery of life revealed, all hail the toe! This is too funny. I imagine Jesus or Buddha sitting beside me smiling and wiggling their toes in agreement and I see children laughing, running barefoot through the forest feeling beneath their feet the fallen pine needles, yellow and orange leaves crunching below, then the spongy green moss that toes so love to squish into. In this non-space of freedom I jump with and within my inner child full force onto the beige sands of a sun soaked beach letting its warmth caress and spill… slipping in and out of my happy appendages, then to the cool green grass that tickles … I remember my youth, innocent and playful singing a song of sensational colors gratefully rejoicing for my toes who spoke to me every day of true light, purpose and meaning… telling me to delight in all the wonders and feel through and through beauty in the simplest of forms by the light of a child giving back to earth all that it so generously and unconditionally gives and gives and gives… this child shines in us all with all the elements at play, while the bird fills the air with song or the cat purrs contented just to have the warmth of the sun on its back and the deer roams graceful through the forest free. All touching the earth everyday with their toes giving and receiving as naturally as taking a breath, nothing forced, just a harmonious play intermingling in the formless fields of color.