We want to believe that everything lasts. We last. Our loved ones last. That what we feel today is forever.
But it’s more like water. Waves upon waves of change and uncertainty shifting around us causing us to lose our footing – to go under and drink the salty brine and come up gasping for air – unsure of who we are. Where we are. Or if we’re alone.
We instinctively search for a horizon. A landing place. Safety. Anywhere. Until we find something solid to gaze upon and we feel secure again. Certain nothing will change.
But we’re still standing in the ocean…
The next wave is always bigger and knocks us over because we had our back to it.
We learn. We open our arms wide and embrace the waves. Laugh as they lift us higher in the air to reveal the greater view – the bigger picture. Hungrily we drink in that vast landscape noting the lighthouse we never saw before, the gull resting calmly on nothing halfway out to nowhere, and the long glistening white fish jumping high above the wave teasing us with its mystery.
We marvel at beauty. Knowing that something creates this – if not the gull itself. If not the water itself. A divine poet arranges the details. But who and how? We write books about this unknowingness, create careers analyzing it, build damns and concrete roads and bridges and still the water swirls around us mysteriously because we are amidst the living sea.
We are the living sea. That sea is in us; it courses through our veins; beats in our hearts. Just when we think we’ve discovered everything, that no one has ever known as much…
A wave rolls towards us from nowhere and we are teetering terrified above everything in the rush of changing water. We surrender once again to the power of the grand poet – as we’re pushed back to the ground by the force of the wave – our limbs dancing madly out of control, our heads brushing painfully against the sand, twisting and turning with abandon – until the wave releases us again. We struggle to our feet gasping – taking in raw sobbing breaths. Calling out to our friends whom we may have lost in the crushing waves.
Someday we do arrive on the beach through no efforts of our own. Then we realize we had choices in how we rode those waves. There are others who floated above them and some who fought and loss and drowned beneath them, and many who struggled endlessly when they only needed to surrender to the ride, rest their heads upon the salty brine – not trying to stand where it was impossible to stand.
And we see that we exhausted ourselves when we fought it, and that it would have been wiser to relax, surrender, laugh and even reach towards someone else who was going under.
We see then that all bodies make it to shore one day or another – one way or another. And that all that ever mattered was how we rode the lovely waves. And if we brought someone along with us to the vast white shore.
The moment you shed your tears, open up, give up, surrender and admit you know nothing – everything gets better. Fast better. Way better. Magic better…
When you wrap your arms around your beloved – the one who won’t be coming home again – and you lose your heart, feel it lifting up and away from you, taking wings, leaving like the daylight leaves, you see that nothing here is real. And the person you thought you were is gone – left behind with empty hands.
Later when you’ve traveled home, stood in your bedroom staring at nothing, you see that the only thing left behind is you – bare naked stripped down to soul – you.
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You still have something important to do – even if you can’t see it right now. Even when you feel lost and pointless, without direction, floating in grief – that great thing still lives inside of you. Deep down.
When the time is right and the world is ready and you’ve learned what you needed to learn – your great gift will come pouring out of you like an Arkansas Spring flood, like a hurricane downpour, unstoppable and urgent.
It will save every heart, crack the world wide apart, pour light into darkness, open minds, heal souls and change lives – especially yours.
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There’s no crazy without brilliant; no wisdom without ignorance; no love without hate; and no courage without fear.
Yet we hope to be one without the other – a rose without a thorn. We forget our agreement – to fully experience the light and the dark; to BE human.
We can’t own our gifts or our divinity without also owning our pitiful selves and our stupidity; without realizing that our mistakes are what we came here for. They’re our greatest moments of awakening.
There’s no north without south; no found without lost; no laughter without tears; and no sunrise without sunset.
We come here to feel and express it all; to move through the Read more
Here’s an amazing interview with Sweigh Emily Spilkin, MA, MFA, CHT, enjoy!
Death is a unifying force, a human mystery we all face. Yet as intuitive and author Sue Frederick reminds us, death is not the end. All of us have the capacity to connect with the unseen world and with our loved ones who have died, but most of us block it. Moreover, instead of being a problem to solve or get over, our grief (along side our anger, blame, guilt, and other difficult emotions) can be used as fuel to connect with our sacred mission—who we really are and what we are here to do on the planet. Join us in this interview with Sue Frederick as we dive into the mechanics of intuition, the power of grief, and practical tools to connect with our loved ones on the other side and “bridge” heaven and earth.
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