I've been deeeeep in my feelings lately.
Maybe it's the hot summer days listening to Taylor Swift croon on repeat or Eliza's refrains from Hamilton playing endlessly on my heart, but your girl has been properly angsty over here.
Like, rivaling-my-tween-daughter angsty.
I sat in the car with my husband yesterday vulnerably confiding in him about the waves of anxiety and the random streams of tears plaguing me recently. He grabbed my hand and said gently,
"Have you asked your guides for help?"
It's such an obvious question considering my line of work, but for some reason it takes me by surprise every time he asks it. It's like I get mired in the messy humanness of being three-dimensional and forget that I have a direct line to the Oneness just waiting to be used.
So this morning I woke with the sun (which is early AF in the summer, by the way) and moved through the rituals that I know nourish my soul.
I said a few nice things to myself while I still lay in bed.
I brushed my teeth and smiled genuinely at myself in the mirror.
I walked outside and put my feet in the grass and my face in the sun.
I ambled up to my office and journaled for a bit.
I did my breathing exercise with the fire of someone craving change.
I sat earnestly for one of my favorite meditations.
And then I did the thing I've been needing to do most...
I called on my guides.
I'm always overcome by the feeling of love and expansiveness that washes over me when I slip into the Oneness. Whether I'm doing a reading for myself or for one of my clients, it's always there without fail.
Oftentimes I can't single out specific people or beings as they stack up in the room, but I am wholeheartedly aware that the space is suddenly FULL. I feel their presence, their patience, their anticipation, their excitement.
But most of all I feel their love.
And this morning that was enough.
(Cue Eliza…"That could be enough...")
The wall around my heart cracked open, and in an instant I felt seen. Those cleansing, this-is-gonna-feel-good-afterwards kind of tears somersaulted down my cheeks, and I was wrapped in the sweetest hug from the other side.
I didn't feel compelled to ask any questions or drill into any human-centered problems.
I just sat there and allowed myself to be held.
As I moved through my day I felt that love reverberate in my mind like song lyrics. It was like Tay-Tay or Eliza were standing on my shoulder belting into the microphone.
You're not alone.
You're so loved.
We see you,
And we're
Cheering
You on.
Just ask
And we'll
Be there.
You don't have to
Do it
Alone.
I've wrapped myself in those words all day long. The simplicity of it has been my medicine.
Sometimes there isn't a linear solution to a problem or an easy button to make the hurt go away. But it's nice to know you're not alone.
(Cue Taylor..."It's nice to have a friend...")
May this be your sweet reminder when you’re feeling lonely, sad, or discouraged...
Even though the room may look empty, there's a sold-out crowd on the Other Side surrounding you. And they’re wearing Eras-Tour-level-fabulous outfits belting out bangers for their truest love…you.