The Creek Is Only Dry On The Surface.
I realized two things, I haven’t been walking in my canyon for weeks and I haven’t posted a blog since June 3rd! I decided to remedy both of those today. Would it even be surprising to hear that one inspired the other? I mean, not to me, is this not how life works? Manifesting, abundance, and faith, have been on my mind a lot lately. I took my Goldstone crystals with me on my hike. I always feel very connected to the earth and earth energy on these walks, so bringing along my crystals for abundance and goal setting seemed like a good idea. Of course the earth responded. Not only did I see what I needed to see, the entire walk back this blog was pinging around my brain just waiting to get out. Today I am going to tell you how the universe reminded me that we will always have what we need, and if we trust, we will have it in excess.
For those that live in southern Arizona, you know the monsoons have been playing with us this year. Showing up in spurts, much earlier than usual. I am taking it as a sign that we will have a much needed, super rainy monsoon. With all the rain lately, especially the storms over the mountains, I was very very surprised to walk into the preserve to find my favorite little creek, bone dry! I couldn’t understand it, with all the rain, where was the water? It had even rained this very morning! The proof was everywhere, wet trees, muddy ground, and the distinct smell that is a wet desert, yet no creek. Just leaves, branches, and debris. Wet but not running. I didn’t think much of it after that initial notice, I just figured the ground needed the water more. We just carried on, turning our conversations to other things, our goals being one. As we walked, I remembered how much I missed this place, and how quiet it seemed to be. No deer on our way in, no big shows of wildlife so far on this walk. It was as if the place had noticed my abandonment and reacted accordingly. At least that is how my brain decided to see it. We got to the exact halfway point of our walk, the very back of the preserve where you cross a bridge and start the second half of the loop back, when a million things seemed to hit me at once.
The first being the water. There it was, the creek I expected to see. It was not only flowing, it was rushing. Waterfalls over the rocks and steadily making it’s way down. This flow may not have reached the bottom yet, but it was coming! It had to fight it’s way through all the winter leaves, sticks and wood, that have clogged up this creek, but it was coming. We just had to stop and walk to the stream, placing our hands and crystals in the cold, free flowing water. There was something so refreshing about it. It gave me immense peace to see this and I know that come next week, my dry creek beds will be full of watery life once more. I just needed to have faith in the process. It hit me then, how often we don’t trust the process. No matter how much rain we have seen, the thunderstorms we have heard, it takes just one glance at a dry creek bed to assume the flow has deserted us. This was swirling in my head the whole walk back, and our conversation was obviously different because of it. We were uplifted somehow, like seeing that free flowing clear water somehow gave us the hope we didn’t even know we needed. Wouldn’t you know that the whole walk back was filled with animals and beauty. Deer, butterfly’s, lizards, squirrels, and chipmunks. They were everywhere. What changed? Did this side of the loop somehow have a leg up on the nature side? Like all the animals just decided to hang out over on this side versus the other? I doubt it, I think what changed was my perspective. Suddenly I wasn’t obsessed with what wasn’t there, I was reminded of all that was, and just like that, I saw. It made me realize how easy it is to ignore the bounty, when all we see is the empty.
It’s been hot here and it was a fairly dry winter so the ground needs all the water it can get. This creek is fed from the mountaintops, all the rain water and snow melt, runs down this creek and feeds so much of this valley. On the occasions I make the big hike to the top lookout, you can see the path of green this stream feeds. Its reach is farther than I ever realized. I imagine the ground, plants, and wildlife, are very happy and grateful for the rain, even if it isn’t excess. It soaks down to the roots, giving it the life force it desperately needs. I imagine us this way, when we get our drizzle, we are so grateful. It is all paying off! The hard winter, the hot summer, all healed with this rain. We soak it up and are grateful for the effects. Then we realize our creek isn’t running and we lose our gratefulness, we lose our faith. All of a sudden the fact that our roots are sustained, that we have soaked up an abundance of water, leaves us and we focus on what happens if it stops. We go from grateful to bitter in no time. It doesn’t matter that we have what we need, that the universe sustains us, what matters is that we don’t have the abundant flow. Where is it? We have seen the proof that it is coming, put in the work, made the creek so the water has a place to flow, yet it isn’t here! We tend to forget how much gunk our abundance has to fight through. How much it feeds and how many leaves and twigs we have left in it’s path. We forget to hold on to our drizzle and have faith that the stream is coming. We turn around at the sight of the dry creek bed, or we decide to divert our creek, abandoning the immense blessing rolling downhill straight for us. Imagine if we didn’t. Imagine if we held steady, imagine if we had faith? See the plants and animals don’t abandon the dry creek. They know that below the surface is all they need to get through the dry times, and they know that after the storms comes the flow. Abundance to them doesn’t mean an overrunning creek all the time. Abundance to them means faith and gratefulness. Never wasting, never taking for granted the excess or cursing the lean. They just adjust accordingly, knowing that their flow is coming.
No matter what you’re doing, you must know this. When you survive the storm, don’t quit because you can’t see your water. It’s on the way, I promise. Whether the universe gives you a drizzle or a downpour, you must accept both with gratitude. You must hold steady your path and don’t waiver. If you leave your creek or divert your stream, you will always miss out on the abundance making it’s way to you now. If you focus on the lack you will see it everywhere. When you focus on what you have, you will find an excess to be grateful for. You don’t need a windfall to find your abundance, you just need to see all that has been provided to you, all you have built, with a grateful eye and you will have all the abundance you need. When you do so, your flow will find you, without a doubt. I am so glad for the reminder, what a wonderful way to start the month. I have everything and everyone I need, and for that I am incredibly grateful.