This is a reality I witness a lot of people struggle against. Wanting a straightforward path to follow their hearts. A clear step-by-step A to Z process. They feel confused and disappointed in search of their hearts in this way.
Over the years I’ve been asked the same question in different forms. The essence of this question is how does the spirit world connect to our practical everyday life? And recently someone asked me this question about plant spirits.
When I follow the thread of when poisonous plants showed up in my life, I continue to discover that they called me much sooner than I consciously recognized. In fact, every few months they show me another moment in time when they called me and I wasn't quite ready to say yes. For example, recently my husband started reading a book that I read not quite a decade ago. And guess who stars in the first chapters of the book? Poisonous plants :)
From the impact of childhood traumas to the ancestral burdens we carry, there is wisdom in the poison of our wounding.
Recently I was catching up with a dear spiritual friend of mine that I haven’t spoken to for quite some time. But we’ve had deep spiritual conversations and attended retreats together on and off for the last eight years.
Bridgekeeper. This is a title I heard given to me from the Spirit world many years ago on retreat. It’s a word that keeps returning time and time again. During meditations. During dreams. Synchronicities. And during sacred reflection time.
As I’ve turned this word over in my mind, heart, and soul, I’ve come to know that part of my sacred work in the world centers on bridge keeping. Which of course makes me a bridgekeeper.
Why do we shoo away our blessings the minute they show up at our doorstep?
What’s interesting is my initial impulse to hide my blessings. To shoo them away in a sense. To downplay them. It’s that protection mechanism inside of me that is scared to lose what I’ve received. That is worried I’ll make others feel bad if I celebrate too much because of what they don’t have. This is a sure way to suck the joy out of everything that is right in service of everything that is wrong.
“That’s rape Marci…” I’m silently sitting on the other line of the phone with one of my closest friends. I get ready to respond and then the weight of what he’s revealed to me hits me. Why did I almost try to explain this moment away as simply a misunderstanding? Why was I so uncomfortable with the weight of the reality? Instead of trying to brush things off, I say “You’re right. For some reason in my mind, because I wasn’t dead or brutally beaten, I told myself it was just a misunderstanding and moved on.”
Are you allowing blessings to come to you? Opportunities to be discovered? New paths to be paved? Directions to be changed? For life to unfold dramatically different than you expected? These days I’ve been thinking about allowing. A soft, open, way of being that relies on something Greater than ourselves as we create, do, and live in this plain of existence.
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