Arrival

The Day Love Took Form

I came here not knowing exactly what I was giving birth to — only that Heart Movement was ready to be born.

At first, the mural revealed itself as a vortex: energy spiraling, descending, reorganizing. A signal that something was opening, that the field was being prepared. Nothing fixed yet — just movement, potential, the gathering of force.

Then a whale’s tail surfaced. Not the whole body, just the tail — deep power rising from the unconscious. Ancient, oceanic energy making itself known without explanation. Strength that doesn’t announce itself, only moves.

Then came the dove. Breath. Peace. Release. The moment the system feels safe enough to open. The heart softening, the nervous system exhaling. A reminder that force alone is not enough — it must pass through gentleness.

Then I saw a tree trunk — vertical, rooted, alive. Energy settling into form. Not floating anymore, not dispersing, but standing. Integrated. Held by the earth while reaching toward the sky.

And today, on Christmas, something deeper revealed itself.

I noticed women’s reproductive organs — not as something literal or provocative, but as origin. Creation. Portal. The place where flow becomes form. The place where life enters the world.

The synchronicity was unmistakable.

Today is the birth of Jesus — and beyond religion, this moment marks the birth of the heart. The heart chakra opening into the world. Love entering form. Consciousness choosing compassion.

And here I am, noticing the womb — the ancient intelligence that knows how birth happens.

It felt like confirmation.

Not that the mural changed, but that perception deepened. That what I came here to give birth to — a heart movement — found its mirror in form. The vortex prepared it. The whale carried its depth. The dove ensured safety. The tree grounded it. And the womb confirmed its arrival.

This is not about one image, one place, or one belief.

It is about energy remembering how to move through the heart.

Beauty as flow.

Art as living energy.

And Christmas not as a story from the past,

but as a present-moment birth —

happening now,

through the body,

through the heart,

through the field we are ready to perceive from.