It's 10am and time for my first break of the day. I opted to forego coffee this morning. I was feeling confident I could face this day without my caffeine jolt. It's a beautiful, clear Autumn day. The air is crisp, the sun is shining, and birds are singing.
I am clomping my way to the car in my biker boots because, while I may have been feeling ambitious this morning, I am certainly not feeling peppy. For no particular reason, as I round the front of my car, this feeling of calm and peace and awareness settles inside me. I feel a chill run down my spine, but not the ominous kind. It's the kind of chill where you know you've just encountered something "more", something undefinable. And the sheer magnitude of that resonates in the very flow of your blood.
I watch my feet when I walk because I'm clumsy and I need to see where they are going. As all of this is happening in one seamless moment, a single white feather wafts across my vision and lands directly in my path. Per my previous post, the Universe speaks and I'm choosing to listen. You can do your own research on the significance of the color white in various cultures. You can find out the symbolism of birds and feathers on your own.
After last night and the awakenings I experienced, this is just the affirmation I need to know that the course I'm on, the path I've chosen, it is the right one. And what can stand in my way when I've chosen to answer my Divine call, my purpose, my reason? No man, no woman, no thing, no event. Nothing.
This is not going to be easy. It's going to hurt and there will be days where I will feel as if I'm spinning my wheels aimlessly. But I am coming home to myself. And I can't wait to greet myself at the door, whole and radiant. I will smile and say, "What took you so long? I've been waiting."
