In the year since publishing Down and Back, I’ve been pulled to focus on family and the needs of others by facing new and unexpected challenges – illness, death, moves – all of which pulled me further from my own center and my love of writing.
In the midst of taking care of others, I wished for more downtime to follow my urge to write. As autumn arrived, I told myself I must get back to writing, promising myself I would spend time at my desk and listen to the words that had started bubbling up again.
Apparently, I didn’t act fast enough. In October I had a freak accident at home. I dropped a food processor blade on the top of my foot. It hit perfectly between two thick leather straps on my sandal, severing the main tendon.
After a hasty surgery, I was given orders. No walking for six weeks. None. No weight on the foot at all.
Once the initial disbelief wore off, (followed by a mini pity-party) I found my center long enough to ask “What can I learn from this?”
Now at five weeks post-surgery, the lessons have been enormous. The first being the reminder that when my Spirit is prompting me in a direction through my intuition and desire the sooner I listen, the better. Spirit moves faster than the body, and it can be hard to keep up. But I will unwittingly force myself into situations that urge me in the right direction. At times it takes a lot to get my attention.
I’ve been called for some time to be still, to listen more closely to what my heart wants, and to get back into my creative flow that is in alignment with consciousness. Being busy, avoiding my feelings, putting others needs and schedules first is deeply engrained in me. Stopping on my own volition was too slow in coming. My wiser self gave me one option.
Sit down! Put your feet up. Read. Write. Pay attention. Let go of all the unimportant things. Let others take care of themselves.
That blade out of nowhere was a gift. It’s allowed me to go deeper into practicing what I preach and find new levels of awareness about my connection to my Spirit and others. Readings with clients are deeper and richer. The right people come to me to reflect even more of who I am and what I need now. I’m writing again and finding enthusiasm in making connections that I plan to share with others in a new way.
So, the next time I find myself wishing, I’ll be careful and make it a conscious decision to move toward what I want. No procrastinating. I don’t want Spirit getting too creative on me again to get my attention.