Home after two weeks of traveling, getting out of the office away from the toxicity, and having the opportunity to remember just how beautiful the world around me really is….
How beautiful life can be when one is not chained to a desk 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, month after month, year after year….
How beautiful I am.
And while it appears that I just came back to the same ol’ shit – different day, appearances are deceiving. Not only did I come home with a refreshed attitude and a cleansed auric field, I came home with a Promise.
Not a little promise. A big one. Like, a HUGE MASSIVE “you are NOT going to believe this!” kind of promise.
Honestly, I can hardly contain myself. The feelings I have are that strong and the messages I’ve received are that obvious – from both nature and human alike – that I’d have to be completely dense to miss them.
In fact, just this morning about 4 a.m., I received another message. My ears pricked up when I heard it in the distance, it was so unusual. And it was a first in all the time we’ve lived here. From out of the hills it came, like it had been waiting to see the light in my bedroom window flick on before making its way across the dark sky to land on the tree outside my bedroom window.
It was Loud. Undeniable. Powerfilled.
Owl – who speaks to us of wisdom and the ability to see what others cannot see, of having the inner sight necessary to navigate dark places with ease, and of heightening intuition.
But what strikes me the most is that Owl is the harbinger of CHANGE: A kind of change that is so significant that in some cultures they call it death – a symbolic ending of one way of life as it transitions to another.
And that is what My Promise is all about: The Divine has gone to extraordinary lengths in the last two weeks to tell me that my life is going to experience significant, lasting, and positive CHANGE.
It would take post after post to describe all of things that have come to me over the last 2 weeks, some in the most unusual places at some seriously unusual times. But since I am a Storyteller by nature, I know that at some point the stories will come: when they are ready and when the time is right.
But not today. Not now.
See, for as much as I honor words…as much as I use them and believe in them and assign power to them….. there are times when words are woefully inadequate in describing something very personal and significant. I don’t want to risk cheapening what is going on inside of me. I only want to yield to it.
In the yielding, I now surrender all that I think I know about life and who I am and what I want, so as to allow for Radical Transformation to take hold of me. For a New Creation to be birthed from the ashes of the old. Life will never be the same. I will never be the same.
Let’s do this.
“The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.“