I always love when the universe is trying to give me a clear message. There were two posts the other day that jumped out at me and caught my attention. They both spoke about the ability to keep moving on, that it wasn’t enough just to make a move, but that you had to keep the motion flowing.
That is the key. You have to keep moving, flowing. And keep flowing forward at that. I have discovered that the art of that flow is to anchor yourself each day with things that help you stay grounded and feeling productive and good about yourself. I call these my “three little somethings.” I have found that if I can do three little somethings each day, that my energy, outlook, and overall health improve. The first something is something for myself – like conscious breathing, meditation, exercise, yoga, a walk on the beach, or a lovely bath just to name a few ideas; second, something productive – maybe it’s for work, maybe it is for the household… it could be a task, a chore, catching up on correspondence or filing, maybe it is cleaning off my desk! Maybe it is as simple as driving one of my children somewhere, or in my case the other night, preparing a family dinner for nine. The third something is something creative – journal, paint, dance, write, sing… for me it is usually writing, but maybe it is creating posters for my facebook page, maybe it is playing guitar or piano. Doing something for my creative heart and soul lifts my spirit and at the same time renews my energy.
Accomplishing my “three little somethings” each day helps me to stay grounded, happy, and feeling good about myself. And by the way, if for some reason I don’t get to all three, I forgive myself, knowing that I did the best I could, and that tomorrow is a new day. I keep flowing forward, drifting, swimming, gliding… whatever it takes to just stay in the art of flow.
It is raining. The heavens have opened up and are washing the earth and all of us on it. These past few weeks have been so extraordinarily difficult for so many of us. We, the sensitive creatures, have felt every ripple of energy – every aspect of the solar flares, eclipses, cardinal cross, and whatever else may have been contributing to the hyper calibrated sense of our worlds.
Now it is almost as if the rain is flushing away all of what does not serve our highest good. All of those emotions and struggles and lapses of self-confidence, confusion about ourselves and our sense of purpose, are now streaming away from us – and we are left with our true selves, our true essence. All those last vestiges of the labels and identifiers of who we might be are being gently stripped away… delicately rinsed from our bodies like fine sand… we see each granule, each part of ourselves falling away now. Tears are flowing like the rain – we mourn for those parts of us that we thought we were or thought we wanted to be. But the universe and almighty spirit has another plan for us. And it is from that place in the heavens that the Great Spirit itself pours out love and helps us rinse off all that is not of that highest vibration.
It is always about love. We must teach love, show love, be love… always being on the path and being aware of love’s guiding light that paves our way.
Sometimes I feel stuck and that I am not able to break free of the patterns and thoughts that keep me from moving forward. It feels like I am just treading water – keeping my head just above the surface… just enough so that I can see things around me and breathe. But that is not what I want my life to be. I want to move forward, swim into the currents of all life has to offer. I want to splash in the ebbs and flows of the tides, feel all the joy and love. I want to swim in the sea of life!
Do you ever wonder why all of the sudden something will make sense, you will finally get the big concept picture, you will breathe a sigh of relief, exclaim “a ha!”… In those moments your soul is clicking into the recognition of its path.
Many of us are searching for those moments, and we search for them in the messages that the universe is communicating to us. We search for understanding, guidance, answers, pathways… all in the framework of inspiration.
Inspiration comes in the morning through the sun rising, spreading its rays of warmth, it comes with the light of day, it comes with the setting sun and the dark of night, it comes as a mystical blanket of stars, or perhaps it comes as the brightening of the magnificent galaxies.
In the drops of brilliant thought we seek an answer, a reason, a paradigm, and find rhetoric of inspiration. Phrases repeatedly seem to appear. Some of my favorites are everything happens for you, not to you; things will keep coming up until you have learned the lesson it must teach; everything happens for a reason; oh and – let it go. It does seem that particular messages arrive in our view at pretty much the precise time that we need them, the universe giving us exactly what we need when we need it. It is these words and phrases and thoughts that click in us sending a clear message from our deepest dreams: and they beckon follow me, I will make you feel better, you will love me, with me you will see wonder, this is your journey, this is your path, this is your destiny.
There are messages for us everywhere. Messages that help guide us along. And we are all seeing the same ones, searching for the same thing – uniquely discovering our place in it all.
We glide through life as mermaids do – breathing in the depths where many cannot, swimming deep into our psyches, our souls, exploring our caverns and all the aspects of ourselves and our soul family. The ocean is our soul’s place and so we are drawn to the water, its well of secrets and magic immersed in the shadows and light of the sun or moon above.
Inspiration is drawn like water from a well. It can be scooped up by handfuls, sipped a few mouthfuls at a time, or drunk furiously out of sheer thirst. At different times in our lives we seem to seek that water…as if it itself holds the answers.
Water is to a mermaid what air is to a mortal woman. But water serves an even deeper metaphorical role. It is the life sustaining force. It represents the womb and a woman’s capacity for birthing not only a child, but more importantly, and more necessarily, herself. Each bubble that first rises so frantically and quickly as if it were itself in a panic, thought to being drowned and suffocated, slows to the realization that this is a process of life and each bubble represents an event, a memory, a cellular or energetic imprint, a relationship, a greatness or tragedy, each bubble manifests itself as a tear, and a stream of bubbles a stream of tears, a torrent of emotion pouring out, washing out and away the pain, leaving only the ease of breath and the acceptance of the present moment, of being at peace, immersed in tranquility and clarity.