Long story short, I’ve been putting this off.
The world is calling for me to start sharing my voice in a really big way and I thought what better time to birth this new era than on the spring equinox?
If you followed along on my soul journey in 2021, you would know that I’ve been spiritual my whole life, but like most people in my metaphysical shoes, I shut down my gifts. Looking back now, I can see I was built for a world that didn’t yet exist. I felt out of place, alone, longed to go back home, and tried my best to just be “normal.”
I suffered with depression most of my life and although I don’t think back on any one time as being a “spiritual awakening,” I had many on-the-bathroom-floor dark nights of the soul. The thing that continued to get me through the most challenging times in my life was this deep knowing that I was here for a reason.
Seeing Through the Weeds
I've decided I need to engage in writing therapy more often. During my soul journey in 2021, I was journaling every day and then translating those musings into real life lessons. The process of purging thoughts through writing helped me better evaluate what my day-to-day activities were showing me on a larger scale. So here I am, ready to start again.
To say I've been through a great deal over the last couple of years would be the understatement of this lifetime. It's definitely too much to download here, now, in this short space. I trust that the lessons I have been learning will come up again, and I will have the opportunity to integrate them more fully and share those experiences as they arise.
Birthing a New Era
Maybe I've mentioned it before, but I've been working on compiling my Grandmother's memoir for quite some time now. It all began in April 2018, after a visit to her apartment on the South side of La Crosse. Around this same time I had increased my focus on reconnecting with my spiritual side and so as I left her apartment on my drive back to Illinois, I recognized receiving a download.
A download to me is a clear, concise message that just drops into my head. I can't even tell you anything about the visit with my grandma that day or if we talked about her memoirs. But driving through the farmlands of Western Wisconsin, I had a clear message "You should write her stories."