Trust in the Knowing

Be clear with your intentions. You will manifest everything you desire and the things you don’t. Sometimes it takes a little longer because it might not be what you need to be doing.

Many months ago, almost a year, I wanted a job working as a foster care recruiter. I took a lead-teacher position in the organization just to get my feet in the door. It was an excruciating, exhausting job. I took care of 8 babies daily and my body was screaming with constant pain. I finally left it over a week ago to create space for my spiritual practice and see clients.

Yesterday I was offered THAT position. I stood back after reading the email and just sat with it. I heard Spirit ask, “Well, here you have it. How badly do you still want to play it safely or will you trust yourself, and us, to align with your soul’s purpose? You are meant to touch others in a different manner while still helping children!”

I heard it clearly. I sat in sacred silence. I thanked the whisper. I thanked God. I felt the clarity in answering the email, “Thank you so much for considering me but I will be passing on this at this time….”

I trust the magic of Source. I trust me. It’s daunting to depend on myself after so long instead of a weekly paycheck. But this I know: I am always taken care of. I trust that my business as a love cheerleader, story tender, and writer will grow. I trust that I will help others navigate their journey. We all need a little help. We all need to feel supported.

Trust, darlings. Listen to that little voice that sends you messages. It never does you wrong. Ego will battle with it and if you are open to release and let go…you will float in the arms of trust with faith.

 

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Printed Composition

I do not choose to write, whereas writing has chosen me as some sort of instrument from Spirit.  It is the extension of words projected in a form of kindness, humility, but familiar echo, in a release similar to meditation. The words that I write are woven threads into a quilt of human emotion.  They are not meant to shock or awaken anything.  They exist on a page as a thought-provoking tool.  Many times, they exist just to allow me to help myself.

There are times that I go days without writing and a part of me goes numb.  As soon as I start to write again, my spirit comes alive.  There are also moments throughout the night that a poem awakes me, nagging, pulling and wanting my attention.  The more I ignore it, the less I can rest.  It is only when I give into its calling that I can finally release magic into my life.

Do these words do their job?  I don’t quite know for sure but every so often something penetrates or touches the person reading it.  I don’t know how they come out or how I write them.  God speaks through each letter, word, paragraph and message.  I often read them and I am in awed at the simplicity, yet the complexity of some of the messages through poetry, essays or in my private journals.  Some are deeper than others, these conclusions and examples of my life.  Some are intended for me alone and I choose not to share them.  I am to hold on to them and years later (as it has happened many times) re-read them and the message has pertained with such faith and knowledge that it is beyond me to understand.

Looking back at the trail of human emotions in my life, I see the pattern of words changing; yet they are synonyms for the same messages.  They are right in front of my eyes and, like difficult pieces of a puzzle, the words must be placed in correct alignment.  It is easier said than done.  I don’t pretend to know it all.  I write to survive.  Writing is like morphine to my nervous system.  It calls on me to let the dance of emotions out onto a page.  I am surprised each time I finish a piece of work.  I am also shocked when I share it.  Finally in this stage of my life, I allow another to judge or witness my spirit through my writings.

I write because life is just like the poems — very complex and overly rated because we make it that way.  There are too many of our efforts side-tracking our intents.  I see my life from another view when I write.  I understand it much better.  I accept it easier.  With all my faults, neurotic behavior, and traumas there is peace inside. It is there inside my soul echoing to help others find their path if just by sharing a small example of an unfinished life.  We are connected in this way.  We get to travel similar paths.

This is my passion: these words on a screen.  As I write this, I pray for the many people who don’t believe in searching for their passion.  I write in order to survive my journey.  It has picked me.  I know that the many times I have avoided placing those words on paper anger and frustration becomes too much to handle.

Few things I know for sure and one of them is that I have been presented with this ability. I don’t take credit for it because it comes from Source.  I am just the messenger.  How and what I do with it is my choice.  As I write these words I know in the pit of my heart that I am deeply blessed.  There is no mistake about it.  I don’t suffer from depression but when the anxiety of the unknown kicks inside the only way to control the attack is to let go through the composition of letters, words, and paragraphs.  And I hope and pray that, you, reading this can find an outlet to the stories of your life and learn to live with passion.

I thank you for joining me here, in the space between the comas and periods. I am blessed for those who return and express that they have received a message of hope. This is why I write…to send my love out into the universe in hopes that someone catches it in their hearts. Mucho love….Millie

Be the light…

light

When you blow out the light of a candle where does this light go to? It becomes part of the darkness…but the ability to turn back on is still there. This is how we are! At times the light is blown out and we need a reminder to light up again. We need others to guide us. Be the match that lights another. Be the light that finds the wick and illuminates. Don’t allow darkness to take over forever. You have the most beautiful ability to cast radiance over others. Use love to reach another. Have the courage to explore the darkness but the knowing of when to cast light on it. You are the light of all lights!

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”  ~ Plato