Huna: Calling me home
But did it really leave me? Even as I write this, I am aware of myself in two places – here and there. It occurs to me: how is that a metaphor for my life? How often do I experience myself as being both here and there, at the same time? Just how many ‘me’s’ are there? Imagine a world with a Mini Me….. yikes!
Huna calls to me, even though I know it is not the Huna of my friend Sheila, or perhaps even the Huna of Laura or Serge or others. What calls to me is an expression that is not of my body, nor of the dogma that often attaches itself to our search for the Self that we are beyond the physical.
As clear as I am that 2007 is not a time for me to be on the Big Island – or in Hawaii at all! – I am equally clear of its call. So I wonder…where am I being called to?????
To breathe and let go.
To allow and do nothing.
To watch….and listen…and wait.
To trust.
To know that not knowing is its own genius.
Today, I felt the pull to allow the April 2008 experience to continue to form itself. Being mindful of the need for others to know – to have content and details and sufficient material to justify a choice with significant financial costs, etc. – I was working at creating the web materials for Emerging Futures and Huna. And yet, even as I wrote the words, my body was screaming at me to STOP!
What really mattered to me was to say, “I will be there. If you want to be there with me, we will honor ourselves, each other and the space we find ourselves in. We’ll explore and discover. We’ll laugh together and we’ll cry together in Paradise. And in the end, we all will have become more. Let me know if you want to be there, too. ”
And that’s about it. Whatever else happens will happen. And is that not what an Emerging Future is all about? I believe that when the Higher Self flows to the Lower Self, the curve of that signal is where my Emerging Future lies. Am I going to pay attention to it – or not?
That choice cannot be made from the intellect or from reason. It must be experienced and welcomed in the body, first; digested and offered up for the taking.
I miss Kona. I miss what I know Huna to be for me. Huna inside me in Ottawa feels different for me than Huna inside me in Kona. Perhaps it is that in Kona, it has more space to flow into and empties itself into boundlessness.
Aloha!