Complete and Whole

Today is the new moon. A calm settles upon me because I take a moment to remember. I hear a sound in the distance, like music, strange, but it sounds like a Native American flute. I don’t know exactly how that sound is happening in New York at this moment, but I am grateful for it.

I remember that music as I read Tarot at Altar Egos on Housten Street. Or in the wellness massage room at the New York Open Center. I hear myself and Holly trying out flutes at Marions after a sweat lodge. I think of the hot stones glowing in the lodge, and of pipe ceremony.

I am whole.

I call to the elements again. I’ve been making it a daily practice now since the spring. The vibration is getting stronger, deeper. Like a yoga practice, when after sometime, I can make friends with a pose. It’s always been there, I just feel it deeper.

I am complete.

I take a moment to remember the spirits that guide me, and the ancestors who have gone before me, and even my own soul; that light that people sometimes call Buddha consciousness.

I am whole.

I remember my initiation. I remember the path that I am on, and the gifts that I have.

I am complete.

Funny how easily I can forget these things in the crush of a subway, on a job where people are acting as if it’s reality TV, with a friend that is drinking too much, or a lover who is cooling off and rejecting me.

Yet, all it takes is a moment to connect to who I truly am, and nothing else matters.