This is the last of the posts that had been waiting. Thank you for your patience! Blessings to all!
We do our daily practices. We strive for mindfulness. We make careful choices, remembering we are gifted with the possibility of choice. We open to our Gods, our allies and guides, our deep and divine selves. And information comes.
Where does it come from? Is it divinely inspired? Seemingly random thoughts resolve into a solid idea that didn’t exist before; what is its seed?
Monday I went to the chiropractor for the first time since a retreat with our teacher, T. Thorn Coyle, in Colorado. The retreat center was stunningly beautiful, a bowl in the Rockies surrounded by snow-caps. Elk and mule deer wandered at will. Chipmunks and ground squirrels poked their heads out of their homes, quick eyes darting, observation their survival. Magpies, elegantly appointed in tuxedo plumage, strutted and flew through thin air alongside the Fey attracted, perhaps, by our shiny selves.
About three years into our work with Thorn a question came up on our list serve. When we open ourselves and information comes in, how do we know where the information comes from? Is it our own longing? Instinct? Is it truly the “voice of the Gods” or a guide? Or could it be that, by approaching our “true selves”, the work of THIS God, me, as Thorn calls it, the information coming through wears fewer and fewer filters. That we begin to have access to our own deep wisdom. That the voice of the Gods and our voices begin to merge.
The work of the retreat, as always, brought us closer to that elusive state of self-possession we stalk. My personal work focused on opening my heart to myself, to the world, to my God, guides, teachers and allies. My sometimes aching heart becomes a teacher. Hear the wisdom it holds, heed its messages.
The chiropractor is a lovely woman from a multi-generational line of chiropractors. There’s nothing fancy or *new age* about her approach. Yet, she reads and treats both the physical and energetic with ease. She entered the treatment room, looked at me and said,
“Where have you been? You are radiant, a different person than the one I saw a couple of weeks ago!”
I thought back to the pivotal day at the retreat; a day that began too early with a disturbing dream and ended well after midnight in an open field, on my knees in drizzling rain, brought there by the pain of my heart opening and the need that turned me to my gods and allies.
I prayed. May I be open to the forces that seek to work through me. May I be a channel for this particular power that seeks Earth. May the gods and guardians, all the allies stay close.
And that night I did open. And open I have stayed.
Blessed be the ability to ground and open; the courage to ask and listen. May the diligent work of all be blessed.