So I don’t know about you, but I have definitely spent many-a-night waking with worry, a racing mind, and an anxious wonder if everything I’ve ever done was just WRONG.
I’ve participated in this occurrence far more times than I would prefer to admit to you.
Sure, there’s a million things to do with the time that you are essentially wasting with your worrisome ways, but most of us do little else other than toss, turn, and become sleep deprivated and not much to show for it.
While the LED screen on my phone won’t help matters according to all studies on the subject of sleep and other brain-bending burdens, I began to open Notes pages on my iPhone and simply type my stream-of-consciousness when the wee hours would wake me with their (supposed) wickedness.
What I found surprised me.
What began to appear on my screen was a quickening not only to type the words that flowed so fast I could barley keep up, but the urgency of Spirit asking me to send the energy through the filter of my heart and then return to that knowing which peers through the eyes of my Soul.
More than a reminder to my own mind, Spirit spoke like a companion of compassion and the whisper of a wombspace warrioress that felt like a comforting hand laid across my heart.
Here’s one night in particular with her...
The Wee Hours of Happy Day’O Love, St. Valentines, 2018
The Moon drew her from her bed and into the night
Like so many nights before
This night, however, was a night that casts morning still in the dark
And had a quiet urgency
Nothing startling nor pressing
Just a routine wake up call to greet her majesty from her perch so close to m roof
I awoke and we spoke
But when the doubt and fear and uncertainty arrived to take me to task
She asked me who precisely it was I was speaking to
She reminded me that she didn’t stop in to have me arise and prepare a spot of cilantro tea
Just to roll through a Night of Fright
That in fact
While she sat shining witness
She was not the messenger of fear
But a reminder of my own illuminated Light
And a Sister to assist in the seeking of the search and rescue of myself.
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Mia Glass
Mia Glass is the founder of HarmoniousDichotomous.
She is a Full-Time Dreamer and a Part-Time Wanderlust Traveler.
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