Ever feel like something is going to happen, but you don’t know what?
For months, I had been ‘feeling’ a specific month and date. My body sensed something would happen, but didn’t know what. It was like an undercurrent of something brewing.
Well, that date came, and I thought nothing of it, until I started feeling it. A deep under-welling rising up through my core. It made me feel like crying, not out of sadness, but out of pure joy.
Instead of heading home, I followed the intense urge to go for a nature walk and parked the car at the edge of a trail.
I reached into my bag for my phone, and out came a pouch of trinkets with it. Indeed, they were there the whole time, but I had forgotten about them. One of the angel motifs said “Always with you” on the back. My mom had gotten them for me many years before she passed. I whispered “Thanks mom.”
The others said Love, Healing, and Hope. All the EXACT words I had used in my visualization and meditation before getting ready to step out of the car.
The voice inside grew more clear and assured.
I walked to where it felt good.
Pausing, I took a photo of the intense sun beaming down on the opposite side.
I heard “ This is where you are. There is the light. It’s not impassible. You just have to go around.” Indeed, it was across a river, but a short walk over a bridge took me to the other side and off the beaten trail.
Again, I heard the voice urge me forward until I came to some stones across an inlet of the river.
I felt as though I was to cross. They didn’t look solid, but each step was firmly grounded in the stepping stones.
At last, I came to the clearing. The sun streaming down with golden light.
I basked in it, and relished in the reward of listening to the whispers.
On my way out, I heard “Your path will be a different path. One others may not follow. Stay close to your heart’s whispers. You will find the way.”
Although others may not follow, something shifted.
On my way back, no longer were heads pointing at their feet, but instead upright and beaming, exchanging pleasantries to me as we crossed paths – every single person I saw.
I stopped for a moment, looked down, and at my feet was a heart, painted into the path.
Sometimes we don’t know where we are going, but if we can just listen to the whispers, and take one more step forward, in faith, the beauty is there to receive.
I know there was a shift in me, and I know this shift was in the collective also. I am so incredibly grateful to have cultivated this conversation with my higher self, and I certainly am excited for where it will take me next.
