Divine Intervention

Divine intervention comes in all forms.

I have a cousin who is the closest relationship I've ever had to a sibling. He is like a brother to me. I've watched him suffer for many years. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I'll not share those struggles here, as it is not my tale to tell. But each time I've seen him over the past few years, I walk away praying for him. Praying for a shift. For the light to break through.

Two weeks ago, I came home for a visit. On my third day, in an attempt to ease his pain, I did some Reiki for him. In the midst of this session, I knew it would take a miracle for this energy to work for him. There was so much blockage that it seemed as if the work could barely scratch the surface.

Two days later, he was hit by a vehicle while riding his bicycle. Part of me feels responsible. Not saying if that's a good or bad thing. Just saying that it is.

It appears as if this tragedy may have finally opened up the door for him to begin a healing that he has desparately needed for years. Certainly it moved some things. Has affected his personal relationships deeply. Created some intervention that would not have otherwise been possible. Eased some of the burden that he had been shouldering alone.

Several times now, I've witnessed what appears to be tragedy open up tremendous opportunity that would not otherwise have surfaced. And each time I stand in awe.

This has been a very surreal occurance. I have yet to see him, yet I still feel humbled in the wake of his experience. Moment by moment a piece of my spirit sends silent prayers for continued intervention by God. And I stand as an observer watching the miracle unfold.

My Sister Sam

I saw an old friend tonight. More than a friend really. A sister of my soul. A piece of my spirit. A thread from the fabric of my being. We shared our journeys of the past twelve years. And talked as if it had only been twelve days. We recounted days of youth and tales of past empowerment. We marvelled at the detours our lives have seemingly taken.

And even after so many years, she managed to touch the deepest parts of my mind, heart and spirit - delivering words that provided such clarity. How can one ever feel lost with connections like this at hand? To be reminded of so many things in a single evening, like...

True friends transcend time and distance.

When you know what you truly want, all you need to do is ask the Universe and then be willing to receive, without expectation of the package the order will arrive in.

Our entire lives can be best spent by a daily dedication to being open.

When you are truly connected, it doesn't matter where your body resides. because you are always home.

You are never supposed to be anywhere other than where you are. And no matter where you are, there will always be times that you get lost in life. And that's okay.

When it's right, it just happens. Nothing you do can stop it. And you just know, without question.

And I am special, amazing, extraordinary. I have been endowed with great power. And I have impacted many lives. No detour can change that.

She was here for only a couple of hours. But, as always, we seemed to get lost in time. We experienced so much of our friendship in those minutes that we will continue to feel close and connected for as long as it takes until fate brings us together again by the fireside.

So here's to Sam. My water/fire cusp soul sister. I love you forever.

My Phoenix

Twelve years ago, I journeyed to the Valley of the Sun to lose myself in the shadows. Phoenix, Arizona. The phoenix - the mystical bird that consumes itself in fire to rise from its own ashes, more evolved than before.

For twelve years, I've tried to figure out the significance of this creature in my life. And now I know.

I have always allowed myself to be consumed by my relationships. Lost myself in their identity. Pushed myself aside to please them. Certainly this is a fault that I see prevalent in many women today. And even men. Let me pause long enough to say that the only way the whole can ever be greater than the sum of its parts is if both parts bring themselves complete. This is far too often NOT what happens. We become a fraction of who we are, trying to fit into their ideals of who we should be. This is what happened to me - for twelve long years.

And then my being reached its burning point and I turned to dust. I was left feeling empty and drained and so far from who I was and who I was supposed to be. I had a choice. I could lay there in those ashes until the wind came and blew me away. Or I could rise.

So rise I did. And am still doing. I would not say I have fully evolved into my original form of a magical and mystical creature. But I am continuing to do so. Getting stronger and brighter and more beautiful on all planes of existence.

And sometimes he asks me...why. Why I can't give him one more chance. Why I won't let him back in. And this is what he fails to understand. Once you go through a metamorphosis, there is no going back. There are so many parts of you that are different from your former self that you can't even begin to think the same way. It would be like a butterfly trying to turn back into a caterpillar. It just doesn't work like that.

I've evolved. I'm becoming someone different, someone I was always destined to be. I've risen from my own ashes. And in my eyes, my new form is glorious.

Love for Self

Let's not forget the purpose of this journey. To become "the grandest version of the greatest vision we ever held about who we are". So know that this is not about you or him or her or them or anyone in between. It is about me. It is my journey and I will create it to the best of my ability for my highest experience.

Every action may not be perfect, but they all arise out of perfect intention for my highest good. I will not lie. I will not hide. I will not be ashamed. I will not judge, nor justify, nor rationalize my experience so that it fits into your mold of what is right. I am not here to fit your mold but to break it. To evolve beyond the cookie cutter shape of what a woman, wife, mother, lover, friend should be.

I rise out of the dough of my own personal emotional muck victorious and glorious. Like the phoenix rising from its ashes. Wipe the soot from your lashes and see me for what I am. A woman claiming her own right to freedom.

Liberation. Exhultation. Divination in human form. Reborn out of love for Self.