It's pretty evident that I didn't say much for the month of December. That happened in real life, too. It was strikingly odd to me because I'm normally quite festive and buzzing about all month long. It's the most wonderful time of the year (starting with my birthday).
What isn't so evident to the naked eye is why I was so quiet. Other than the obvious; I must pay homage and respect to that nasti-fied Mercury Retrograde (and the trillion other planets (okay, gross exaggeration, but still) that were nestled in Sagittarius for almost the duration of December) for shaking ish up.
But, this (the reason/reasons) was much better. Bigger. More delicious. Heartier. And, leveled-up.
Probably, my clearest memory of December's entrance was the new moon on the 6th. I bathed in the glow of the robust moonlight; I remember looking upwards and smiling as it illuminated us. An ample moment of perfection, it had been and still.
It kind of breezed in, all cool-like, familiar and promising. Hope-laden visions were revealed and lace-woven unions were formed. Then, like most things that radiate light, it's equal counterpart showed up and was more than happy to oblige the ethers with it's profound role in the creative process.
Things and lines became muddled and blurred. And, if panic was allowed to set in, complete havoc would have erupted and created a larger cluster-fuck than what was already taking place. Instead and in it's (panic) place, peace began to wash over.
That kind of peace yielded breathlessly delightful, intoxicating and addictive results. It was almost obsessive (one must be careful of all things when operating via an addictive personality. All, things in moderation, including moderation).
Even my birthday was done differently. I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of my it, yet not a lot of words escaped my lips. I drank it in and absorbed every atom that was to be engaged.
A few days later, my spirit prompted me to release a few people, places and things; and with the same consistency of the month's theme, I heeded it's message without hesitation and with very few words.
By Christmas, I was reeling and all the way up and had more words than I'd had for the better part of the month. I had just landed a new position; one of which that had been unveiled in the spiritual realm a few weeks prior. I was so excited to share such beautiful vowels and consonants, that had been stored and awaiting the right somebodies to share it all with. It was such an auspicious day. I almost, have no words to convey how special it was.
A very short while after Christmas, it was being slowly revealed to me what was taking place in my life. It was all beginning to make sense.
But, before I get into that I want to share that my clarity came in part via the social media page (Instagram) of a young woman named Aarona Lopez. She too, is a native Chicagoan, was raised in the same vicinity that I came up in, is an artist and is totally into astrology (I'm my folks' go to person for astrology). She's pursuing her dreams (regardless if anyone agrees with what she's doing or not, I applaud her for going out there into the world, NYC to be exact, in the dead of winter, and push towards her heart's desire) and oftentimes, manifesting what we want doesn't always appear nor make sense to those surrounding us.
And! She's doing it all, out loud and live (she streams several times per day via her Instagram page). That takes a tremendous amount of balls to live that kind of beautifully tumultuous reality in front of 50+K people. I understand on a level what she's doing as I literally just came off a very similar journey. It has taken me 6-months post and the fabulous month of December to sift through my year and a half journey.
I often joke that the tuition of Massage Therapy school was well worth it because the best thing I learned how to do was, simply be. Be still. Be quiet and simply be. A very close second was, learning how to be a vessel for positive, healthy change as I was honored to help facilitate change on a regular basis for many years.
This was different though. This was a healing down to the soul's root. My cocoon was so tight, yet I wasn't afraid nor panicked (this is big for someone who is severely claustrophobic), in fact I was incredibly confident. I ventured off into the quietest part of myself that I've ever known and remained there.
I shed spiritual and emotional wreckage and debris that had been around for longer than I can remember it's non-existence. The healing that has taken place over my mind, body and spirit has left me speechless in many areas of my life. But, what I can articulate is, I've gained a new understanding of freedom and self-love and being housed within my wings; a wider perspective and self-confidence that is second to none.
The new year came in so peacefully. I've never experienced such peacefulness in my entire life. But, I'm so grateful that I did. I knew this before, but now I posses a keen and hypersensitive awareness that there are real levels to this ish and just knowing that makes this journey sweeter than ever before. May, the #healing forces be with you.
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*Swish, scratch, swish*...went the brushes and palm swipes of seven-subtly, eager artists against their roughly-textured and prepped canvases. Resonating incredibly soothing feels, like a medium-bristled brush being lovingly and carefully raked through her hair. It gave her the chills (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...
She, steadily walked down the busy road, yet there were no appropriate sidewalks and cars were whizzing by. At any given time, there may have been a million questions/comments/thoughts/replays/intentions and words traveling along the synapses of her nerve endings, overflowing her system and blowing her mind (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...