She sends a picture of a page in her vision book in a text. It is open and free and serene. A beautiful dream about love. Instantly my mind sees the words 'open my hand.'
I text back. "You totally don't need to do anything with this, but I had this intuitive hit and saw the words 'open my hand' and you can totally do whatever you want with it."
She responds that she has no idea what it means but will think about it.
I respond that I never get intuitive hits on people's vision pages, I don't know either. Haha!
I wake up and feel wrong in my skin. Everything I put on feels as though it is choking me or stabbing me. Even yoga pants and my favorite huge black shirt that falls off my shoulder, just the way I usually feel at home in my body, feel wrong. I want to run, cry, scream, howl at the fucking moon for having to have been full during an eclipse or whatever is happening.
And I'm starving.
We lay in bed naked. The first relief I've felt from my skin all day. He rubs my skin and I feel the discomfort of the day melt.
"Tell me one of your beautiful dreams."
"Explain the prompt."
"Something that you can see, can vision within a year from now. And then you find the feeling inside of it."
His dream made me smile in its depth of simplicity. About happy.
All about moving through this world as your soul longs to see you walk.
We lay naked. He rubs my skin. I feel myself yield. I feel loved. I feel seen.
He wasn't trying to fix it or change it or justify it. He let me have my feelings. All day I felt wrong in my skin and I stayed with it.
I felt seen in my own truth.
Sarah writes a blessing each week for our Magic Making Circle. She sends this week's blessing led by the quote::
"To hold, you must first open your hand. Let go."~ Lao Tzu
I send her a text. "So, I kid you not, this just was sent to me." I share the quote.
She texts back. "I kid you not. A prayer I said last night.
let me be free. let me let go of control. let me find joy and just be."
We just met a few weeks ago.
I go to Wordpress and open the dashboard.
A post I started over a week ago. Only the title, no words.
Holding their feelings in your hands.
I make a strong cup of coffee.
I sit down and type.
The story isn't how I have been learning to no longer take on others' feelings as my own.
The story is hers. And his. The intersection between the vibration of what we are learning and the spirit guides that enter.
I go back and find a text that another spirit guide in my life sent:
Imagine living your whole life never learning how to receive big time love and making magic?
We are all just walking each other home. ~ Ram Dass
And so it is. This fierce, fierce magic.