I’m a total believer in the saying “There’s no such thing as coincidences.” Too much in my life has been testament to that to believe otherwise. If you pay attention, you’ll find the Universe is very communicative. As a matter of fact, it’s always talking, singing, guiding, nudging. At times it seems the Universe never shuts up. Once you start paying attention, it’s kind of like reading: you can’t NOT do it.
Well, all hell’s been breaking loose around me lately. And just when I thought there would be a respite, my upper back, shoulders and neck got so tense I was in a lot of pain for days. The odd thing about it? I NEVER have back or neck pain of any kind unless there’s a non-physical reason for it. That kind of pain is always a wake up call, a spiritual smack upside my head, a big flashing light yelling “OY! Pay attention, chica!” Then begins the long (or not) process of figuring out what it is I’m supposed to be paying attention to. After the physical pain came the leaky upstairs shower, the sinus infection and to top it off, my sacred body bracelet that I’ve been wearing constantly for the past year spontaneously broke. Thankfully, no beads were lost or broken. All I need to do now is get more silver crimp beads, restring and I’m back in business.
I could feel like I need to go hide somewhere until the storm passes and sometimes I do. Then I realize no mater where I go or where I try to hide, the storm is within me as well as around me and I would only succeed in bringing it with me where ever I go. No sense in hiding; may as well stand and face it as it comes. And when I do, I find innumerable blessings amidst the rubble of my shattered towers, shattered toys and broken bones of unworthy dreams. Collect the beads of my sacred self and restring/begin again.