Sacred Sharing

I met a Brazilian young woman on our tour of Machu Picchu. She had the tattoo in picture. I told her I loved it. I asked if she was finally free. She pulled me out of the line and shared her story.

She needed to say it out loud.

She has been traveling for 10 months through South America. I asked her how her spiritual quest was going? She teared up and hugged me, answering that question in an intimate level of vulnerability. She said that not many people understand what she’s doing (or the tattoo). She feels judged. I told her that judgment was people’s way of dealing with fear of what they don’t know. Her Spanish was pretty good and she said that it’s been the months of traveling. And…she continued with her story while holding my hand in joy for being understood.

There we were, two strangers climbing the sacred space unraveling in the mysteries of spirit. All she needed was to be heard. She is looking for purpose. Aren’t we all? What a gift to find such emotional stories on a magical place. Cheers to Shelley and her journey ahead!

Among the Ruins

Journeys take us out of the comfort zone exploring the parts of us that rarely get addressed. I love traveling. Always have. If it’s not around the neighborhood then the next two cities over. Whatever it takes to evolve spiritually. I can pack a bag in less than five minutes. I don’t Just crave adventure. I create it.

Meeting new people and hearing stories is my favorite of all things. I am forever enriched because of human stories. Why? Why the stories? Why do I tend to them? Because they connect us. They allow us to not feel alone. They push us to learn. They force us to look at things differently. They also heal us and make us whole for humanity’s sake.

Something happened as I was trekking up a sacred ruin near Machu Picchu. I felt it all. I was getting out of breath, sweating and aching. I stood among hundreds of folks and recognized myself in all of it. In all of them. The wind picked up, my husband asked me to stop and take a deep breath before continuing. I wasn’t planning on continuing so quickly. I needed to inhale the land. I needed to take in the landscape. I had a group of older folks in front of me who complained all the way up. I admire their determination but I could do without the theatrics.

So I stood to the side in one of the grass terraces, closed my eyes and allowed for ancestral spirits of the land to kiss me. I allowed the noises to disappear. I felt the intensity of magic and wonder. I was home.

The only other place I’ve ever felt this was in Ireland. This Sacred Valley is filled with myths and theories. The Incas were superstitious and truly advanced in nature. It was a civilization that has inspired the world. They were led by astronomy. I have read stories. I have watched documentaries. But nothing compares to being in the land, grounding energies all around me.

“We’ve been here, babe!” I whispered to Matt. “I have been in this place staring at the night sky many civilizations ago. We’ve been here together….” He remembered a past life regression I shared several years ago and there I was standing in the place. There I was being charged by every rock and stone. It took all of me not to cry. It was as if my soul opened up and poured nostalgia in every gust of wind.

My husband isn’t shocked by anything I say. He might not understand it but he doesn’t judge my knowing. It’s in that acceptance that I can be the person today and all the lifetimes before me without censoring a single moment. He signed up for this. The woo-woo and all.

I urge you to travel… anywhere. It doesn’t have to be this far. It can be a town away or another state. But, I ask that you go and explore those things that your soul craves because your spirit has a way of returning to old stomping grounds. When you get there you will know. All the stories will make sense. You will begin to feel compassion for life. You will understand the yearnings and dreams. You will understand who you are and what you need to know. I promise! Explore and evolve. We are truly more connected than you can see or sense.

Succession of a Dream

 

There,

in the height of night

I found a dream

that suited

my desires

and I dove into it,

grabbing onto

the moving images,

partaking in the drama,

trying to blend into the scenes,

becoming the heroine

creating subliminal messages

and archetypes,

until the next dream

pushed me out of the picture

and sent me out

into the morning light

again.

What Do You Want To Do With Your Life?

 

follow-your-dreams

I was at a women’s retreat two weekends ago and most of the ladies there are following their soul’s purpose. From an herbalist, acupuncturist, massage therapist, reflexologist, Reiki master, sound therapist, and other modalities, these women are on their loving paths. They have followed their dreams and passions. It was a bit intimidating to sit among them and still not know what the heck I am suppose to be doing. My identity was tied to the motel/retreat center for over five years. Before that, it was tied to the business world of industrial parts distribution. And, now, here I am in the second part of my life and I haven’t a clue what I am suppose to do with my life.

Here’s the delicious thing about not knowing what to do: others have no problem letting you know what you should be doing because they see your strengths in places you can’t recognize. So, I made my rounds with these magnificent women asking for help. I would ask, “What should I be doing? I feel so lost in my professional path.” They all had one good suggestion after another…most of which I didn’t really want to do. They didn’t feel right, even though they sounded so yummy. Then a sweet lady said to me, “You are a fairyologist! Oh my God, what more do you want to do?” I had to laugh out loud until I almost peed in my pants. Seriously? She was actually serious about this. This fairyologist title was an endearing label that came as a joke from my husband back in April for my birthday. He paid for a fairyology online class. I passed it and Bang…I became a fairyologist. It’s a funny story. It’s not a profession. Yes, I talk to fairies, rocks, trees, and anyone who will listen to my excessive jabber. That doesn’t make me a professional in something. It just heightens my eccentricities out to the world to witness and poke fun at.

I looked at this woman who is a professional and had to seriously question her insight. Then I chugged the entire conversation and asked her again what she thought a fairyologist does for a living? She hadn’t a clue. That ended that series of thought-provoking-life-changing Q&A’s.

I think about the many folks who have asked me these type of questions: “What should I be doing with my life? What’s my purpose? Should I go back to school? Should I move and start over somewhere else…?” When I had the retreat center those were some of the many intriguing questions. Everyone is looking for answers. And I would always give them the same response: “What do you feel like doing? What makes your soul come alive?” Most folks would honestly answer, “I really don’t know.”

But we DO KNOW. We are just afraid to tap on that source and be led by it…until we are brave enough to entertain the idea without feeling guilty over the million responsibilities we have in our lives. Unfortunately, we’ve been taught in this society to put everyone first before our own dreams.

And right now that’s my own answer. What I feel like doing is traveling, meeting folks all over the place, and writing about them everyday. Sort of like the Humans in New York blog. I want to write about people from all walks of life because we learn from each other. I want to be present in their presence. I want to share stories that pull and push compassion, kindness and empathy out into the world. And, I want to get paid for doing it. (This is important because I have a little one who will be going with me on this trip and a husband).

“What would that look like? How would I start? What needs to be in place to get this dream in motion? How can I make money from the road doing what I love: talking to people, taking their pictures and sharing their stories?”

I haven’t a clue…yet! But I DO KNOW that it will show up soon.

I don’t do labels well. As in a previous blog post, I am not into titles. I have a hard time adjusting my fairy ass to one label. It isn’t who I am. I have a psychology degree and have worn many hats in this lifetime. I get asked who I am and what I do and I freeze like a possum playing dead. Seriously, it’s sad! I can never remember that I write, or that I have raised six children and redoing it for the seventh time. Like, my brain goes dead when someone asks me what I do. The question should be, “What haven’t you done thus far?” The list might be shorter and my brain may actually work with an answer. I have led a charming interesting and passionate life. I have done a lot of things that I don’t recognize as important but to me they were invaluable. And I thrive on doing more of what brings me pure ecstatic joy on a daily basis. If it makes me laugh, it’s even a larger dream come true.

But, for all of you who are on the same path of self-discovery, I urge you to dig deeper. Go to retreats and classes. Surround yourself with people you admire and see how the magic begins to unfold. It’s in sharing and exhaling with others that we find our authentic powers. Google the crap out of possibilities and spend time alone researching what feels good for your soul. There is no right or wrong answer. There is just an endless path of possibilities. Also, get rid of expectations. They serve nothing but disappointment. Just do it...like Nike suggests!

Have your gatherings. Have your reunions. Exchange information and recognize who you are and what feels good when you are among others. The right angel and person will show up. I have a meeting with Destiny soon in regards to my life’s work. This I know. I feel it. Until then…I am who I am making my way home just like you, paying my dues, and cleaning out old karmic debts. Have a blessed day!!!

Walking your walk

boots

Last night at a beautiful gathering of friends a soulful woman shared a story that stayed with me throughout the night. She spoke about a man she knew who owned a pig farm up in these mountains. The man was in constant pain. His feet ached so much that it was preventing him from keeping up the farm. He was depleted of energy. The feet ailment was paralyzing him. He couldn’t move forward with his farm or anything because of this issue. Then one day something magical happened. He noticed that he was wearing his boots on the wrong feet. At that moment I had one of those Millie shout outs that I think I am keeping to myself but the filtering has decided to be loud (real loud with a few cursed words)! “Wow…what a metaphor for how we often live our lives…walking in the wrong shoes.”

Often times what we think is drastic or catastrophic is as simple as sitting down, breathing and looking down at ourselves. What are we doing wrong? What path are we not following? What am I doing to my poor feet? Step out of the shoes and try new ones. Make a new path. Switch the darn boots if you must. There are times we live our lives walking on eggshells as not to hurt another. Sometimes in the process of not hurting another we hurt ourselves even deeper. We don’t take responsibility for our own foundation.

Life is based on the walks we take…the decisions we make…the choices we put forward. Don’t waste another day being depleted with pain. Remove yourself. Move forward. Take the pebbles off the boots, the dirty tight socks, and change the way you look at each step you make. You also have no business walking in another’s shoes. Be grateful for your journey. Be present with all that you have traveled. Have a blessed day.

No Plans…just going with it

unicorn dream

I make decisions based on feelings. Yes, there are some that require an analytical strategy. I don’t do those very well. When there’s a huge life-altering decision to make I go into silence, prayer and meditation. I allow Spirit to move me. I also look for signs, synchronicity, and magical appearances along the way. So, when I tell my fiance that I want to sell everything and go on the road he asks for a plan. I have none. I can’t explain what I feel. I just want to go out there and see the country. I want to write about people we meet along the way. I want to see the edges and corners of places most don’t care to visit while others call it home. Although he supports the idea I know he has plenty of reservations.  I, on the other hand, have an inkling…a guidance from some other place.

Now imagine being with a person who needs facts, has to see things unfold? Can you imagine how crazy this way of traveling sounds to him? We went to look at campers this Saturday and it was a fiasco of a day. He had become Mr. Kill Joy. I love him. I understand the frustration when there is no set plans. I understand it all but I don’t live there. My means of travel consist of hitting the road and when an animal crosses the path we follow it. No…seriously! This is how he describes me along with getting off and riding a unicorn into the sunset with a baby harness.

How does this future fantasy look today, in a week, when we are with each other 24/7? Where do we plan on parking this dream? How will it be on the last day that we must leave this place? What does the future look like in a small compact space with a toddler day in and out? Where will we go first? How will he handle the fact that some places won’t have internet connection? I told him I am getting rid of my cell phone. People can reach me through his or email me. His face went blank. I want to be free. But…oh…when he starts with rational questions I want to blink my eyes and disappear into a hippie bottle and join Jeannie. I can’t verbalize what I feel when I see myself traveling across the country.

I am not an easy person to follow even though I seem to be predictable…I am not. I am sure I am not a piece of cake to live with day in and day out. I have no plans most of the time, except cleaning our place and such. When I head into town sometimes I am on an adventure: a new road to follow, a new book store to check out, or just chasing the clouds. I want to live the rest of my life without expectations or planning. How will this play out for my mate? I don’t know. I get an earful as he begins to bring me down to reality. My jaw tightens when he goes into logical mode. No fault of his own, most of the world lives like this. But, I don’t want to hear the negative. I come to my own conclusions. I want to believe we are being guided by extraordinary forces. I want to continue following my intuition. If it feels right…it is. If it doesn’t…it’s not. Simple enough.

Logic can only take you so far. The dreamers, shakers, yesers and trailblazers have done it before me. I can do whatever I am guided to do. And, if a squirrel passes in front of me and I follow it into the woods to find a heart-shape rock and other treasures, then be it. Magic is everywhere. That’s the point of living authentically. Romance comes in  so many levels. I believe in serendipity.  It has guided me through the most beautiful experiences.

Follow your dreams.  You don’t need to know how it will happen…just start now. As Helen Keller wrote: “Life is a daring adventure or nothing.”

T is for Trust

traveling

Two friends and I sat yesterday afternoon briefly discussing what we were going to do after our retreat center sold. I get asked a lot about my future plans. “I don’t know” is the only answer I can give. I have no clue. It’s the first time in my life that I don’t have a plan that sets my future on gear. I do know what I don’t want. I can feel my body constrict and heart palpitations take place when I think of settling down again in a house and in one place. I can feel my breathing get erratic when I think about being stuck immediately after getting out of this huge responsibility. So, yes….the I-don’t-know answer is accurate but it’s rarely received well by others. People need certainty. People are conformed and programmed to know. To hear a 47 year-old woman say, “I have no clue” is somehow perceived as an irrational and insane behavior. Some would think I was going through a major midlife crisis.

One of my friends who has been traveling extensively the last few years shared his story. He sold everything and just returned to the states from Italy. He said to me, “T is for trust. Trust is a marvelous design. It will never do you wrong.” And, I have to know that it is. Until this moment I have always known what I needed and wanted and follow through with every expectation.

All of my life I have been stable and responsible in making sure everyone around me was taken care of and was lacking nothing. In the process I stopped asking what Millie wanted. Now in view that there is open fields ahead I have nothing but the idea to take some time and leave the premises. The baby is small enough that she adjusts to anything. Matt (my fiance) can work from any place as long as he has a computer at hand. When I shared with him a month ago that I just couldn’t settle he took a deep breath and said, “We can make this work. We can do whatever you want.”  It’s priceless to have a mate who supports your wishes and desires.  He is excited to trek new mountains, fish in new ponds, and backpack through forests.  I am beyond giddy to experience nature through my own senses rather than reading of others’ experiences. 

The things I know for certain are based on dreams. My middle name is America, after my paternal grandmother. I was destined to travel this country and see every part that has been in my little head all these years. I own the label and title. But, the what if’s seem to start lurking throughout the nights as we get closer to reaching the new stage of this journey. As we close one chapter and another opens I get those familiar doubts visit me in moments of restlessness. Then I remember one of the most amazing quotes from the movie Letters to Juliet: “What” and “If” are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don’t know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it’s never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn’t it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart.”

Follow your heart”…my spirit keeps echoing in moments of clarity when the world isn’t questioning my motifs. Follow my heart through intuitive guidance that lets me know I will make money writing and traveling (I don’t need to know right now how). Follow all that I know for certain: I cannot be caged like a broken-winged bird. It’s time to take flight and move through my dreams. I want to meet folks along the way and write their stories. I want to be touched spiritually by all that is out there. I have been an obedient student the past five years. It’s time. The voices answer through the nights, “Get through this stage of uncertainty and the world will open up with all the what if’s you have always questioned.”

I urge you to follow your authentic self, dreams, aspirations and childhood goals. Ask yourself what you want and work towards the urgency that screams inside. Don’t let the uncertainty or society tell you what you should do or not do. Go for it. Make it happen. My “I-don’t-know’s” aren’t really unknown. They lie inside with answers that I, alone, choose not to translate to others at this moment. And that’s magical! For the first time the not knowing is overshadowed by what I do know. I am well on the path to enchantment through the balance and alignment of mind, body and spirit. I am ready to begin living a life that is fulfilling to the little girl in me. I am ready to follow the what if’s and make them work for me….