I pushed my kayak onto my beloved river for one last dance of bliss together.
The sky was already brilliantly aflame in dark, swirling, seething orange-red conflagrations spiraling through the horizon.
It was a haunting contrast: the sky awash in fire while surrounded by edges of dark night and stoic moon reflecting off river’s heaving surface. All punctuated by birds falling in streaks as embers of fireworks.
As I glided forth into nature’s armageddon hath wrought by humanity who knew less, I still gave gratitude for being able to experience the most beautiful and last thing I’d ever see.
May this be a year where you find your joys, cherish what you have, let go of what doesn’t work for you, embrace your fears, make new friends, find new loves, turn tired leaves over into new ones, stoke the fires of your passions, give your heart the flames of life it yearns for, and embark on a grand new exploration beyond the boundaries of you and your soul and your love of all that is.
That’s what I’m doing; come join me along the Ray! ; ) I love you and I’m thankful we are together here. Onwards and upwards! ~ Ray
There she was, this lonely soul on the beach, huddled in a blanket amidst a waning sunset. As wisps of her hair danced in the strong breeze, I wondered… What is her story?
Was she longing for that someone who sang to her soul so deeply and blew her heart wide open, spreading it across the whole universe in infinite love?
Where she left the pieces of her heart strewn about not because it couldn’t be put back together but because her heart had inexorably expanded through all that pain, joy, and ecstatic love woven indelibly into her soul?
The kind of love that changed her forever, better for the wear across the next great loves of her life? And leaving the door open not in waiting but in sweet surrender to love of all that is?
How did you get here? Close your eyes and surrender. They are the chosen ones who have surrendered. The hurt that we embrace becomes joy.
Yesterday I could tell something was off with my waitress at lunch. By appearances she looked fine, even happy, but something inside me kept dogging me to talk to her. I asked what was wrong. Her eyes welled up and she was going to tell me but she was also going to lose it so she stopped. I understood and let it go.
I still had this feeling dogging at me inside still so when I finished lunch, I went over to the kitchen and asked her if I could talk to her really quick. She nodded and we moved to a quiet hallway.
As I looked into her eyes, I saw trust and vulnerability. We hardly knew each other but I she knew I was a good person and I don’t say much. She had this expectation in her eyes, what is he going to tell me?
I asked her, look you know I’m deaf right? She nodded. I said I can’t explain it but since I’ve lost a sense my other senses are stronger and I can feel/read other people’s energies pretty well. She got that.
I then told her, this has nothing to do with what you tried to tell me earlier, but the couple times I’ve seen you over the past few weeks I’ve noticed and feel your energy has shifted, it’s changing and for the better. You’re going to a better place, or will be there very soon. Does that make sense?
Her eyes welled up again, she smiled and nodded. That was all she needed to hear. She asked if she could hug me. I held her for a moment then we parted, smiling with twinkles in our eyes. I knew she would be okay and so did she.
I’m such an introvert, a lone wolf, but I very much value connections like this, where we touch each other in unexpected ways, even as strangers. People like her are always reminding me of our universal soul. Strip everything away and you realize we’re all in this together, even if we seem to be separate containers.
She also reminded me how priceless it is to be vulnerable when I looked in her eyes. On a soul level we’re always like this, so it’s a challenge to navigate this in our limited field of humanity.
I saw something very beautiful on my way home through the countryside.
It was this very old lady, tightly wrapped in a raincoat and shawl around her head. It was darkening from an impending storm and the wind was kicking up. She was gripping the collars of her raincoat and stoically making her way step by step to her mailbox as I zoomed by.
That image of her slingshotted me into her past, wondering what other brave elements she weathered in the long story of her life.
I felt love and compassion for her, because of her enduring strength; because of what she might have gone through and dealt with for so long and to still be here, asserting her will to live. This seemingly mere act of her leaning into the wind to get her mail, hands clutching her raincoat, was perhaps her way of showing her world that she’s still alive and strong in spirit.
Sometimes, feelings just want to feel… To dance freely in the space you are without judgment, identification, being boxed in, pushed out, or to be figured out.
I truly believe dreams are our soul’s way of communicating with us… The key is to shift your mind into deliberate intent of awareness of this by accepting that yes, there will be messages that come through, and to listen for them. You don’t have to believe in it, you just have to accept and OPEN the door of your mind to receiving messages through your dreams and they will come with more clarity and you’ll remember them more. A perfect analogy is building that catcher of dreams and they will come.
Ever since I set that deliberate intent, I’ve gotten crystal clear messages that have come true or received prescient guidance or insight I needed on people or situations. I will also receive guidance on things I needed to be made aware of, sometimes in the form of clarion call to change something or pay attention to something. It’s been amazing and mind shifting, especially when I watch the messages or guidance unfold as validation of the path of my life.
I encourage you to try this. Shift your mind into accepting that dreams will be a medium of communication for you and your soul. Open that door. Set the intention when you go to sleep to be more aware of your dreams, to listen to them. Who knows what wonders might come?
