Once upon a time, on the Big Island of Hawaii, I stayed on the land of a beautiful older woman who lived in a treehouse. Every morning, she invited me up to sit on her porch in the mystic drizzle, drink tea, and eat papaya with lime juice. Two days before Christmas, cardinals were nesting in the tree ferns, and she gave me quartz earrings she had made for me, along with a letter, rolled up and tied with a black ribbon.
I carried this curled up wisdom with me on all my journeys, and this morning, as I was doing some spring cleaning, I unfurled her words once more. I hung the note on my kitchen cabinet, a traveler's talisman of faith: How can I come home to self today? How can I bear the vastness of my vision, the longings awakened in dreams? I find that the ground continues to shift, new reflections of self bewilder & amaze, and I find I need her note now more than ever. Frogs singing down the rain, the cleansing tears of recognition, gratitude. Could she have known how much her simple words would mean to me, how her voice of grace endures?
I hope that you can enjoy her message too...
Sometimes, dear one, you must simply let go & trust the workings of a creative, benevolent universe.
Know that your place in it is a vital piece, even when you feel lost & cannot see your own worth or path.
You are here intentionally to demonstrate your own individual, brilliant being-ness.
Your only job is to align with Source in a way that opens your channels, rings your bells & fills you with joy--
You are on a good path.