I have heard it postulated many times about the reality or unreality of our existence. Are we living for real? Or is this just a dream manifestation of our true selves? If we are Spirit and we are really part of a collective that is designed and created though pure unconditional love is our time here really the dream of that reality and we will someday wake up and feel the need to decipher what the dream means for our true life and growth?
Possibly.
We could also be in the truest form or reality available to beings of Spirit. We are challenged every day to take things as if they were a dream. Challenged to take things a little at a time, to learn what we can from the experience and then move merrily along.
June has felt much like that for me. Lots and lots of things happening. Lots and lots that can cause a person to go on stress overload if she is not careful.
We started off the month being the neighbor of a house with a house fire. My children watched the house burn, saw firetrucks and fire people battle the fire and also protect the house that they live. Three days later their cat died unexpectedly and we had to hold a funeral.
School ended for the summer and a readjustment on how we use time took place. We had one child move home from the college dorm room, had to repair a vehicle that had sat all winter so that all three drivers of the family would be able to get to work without much difficulty.
The computer I just purchased has died and has been sent back to the manufacturer, a speaker for the Bolts of Love ran into car trouble and was unable to make a meeting at last minute causing a bit of nervousness for myself to decide how to handle the meeting while wondering at the same time if our speaker was in trouble or injured on the road and I had a child sent home from camp and asked not to come back for the rest of the week.
This month I recognized both my wedding anniversary and my children specifically asked to go to ‘Daddy’s Creek’ on Father’s day. The 29th of this month I will help them remember and celebrate their Daddy’s birthday.
A relationship I thought may of had potential for a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship hit the mutual ‘No, not really, friends is enough’ wall this past month and I find myself looking at the calendar today and realizing that it is the date of my ordination. I am serving in a completely different capacity than I had thought last year at this time. Yet, it does mark one year since I publicly promised that I would serve Spirit to my fullest and best ability and to also serve where Spirit leads.
Row, Row, Row your boat……
Interlaced with all this I have been given some incredibly awesome opportunities for the summer.I will have the opportunity to serve as both a medium and a healer during the summer season at Lily Dale and to also coordinate 6 workshops with spiritual teachers of great expertise and knowledge to share. I told my older sons that I would be effectively going back to school this summer to further my training and relationship with Spirit.
This month reminds me that in the midst of knowing Spirit is there and guiding there is also life. There are still challenges, there are still choices and there are still opportunities to grow. I also find that in knowing that Spirit is always there guiding and loving that the litany of life happenings are easier to handle. I am sure in the not to distant past I would have thrown my hands in the air and tried to just walk away from my life for a while or went into a state of over chocolate and TV indulgence.
Thanking God for the growing recognition in myself when it is necessary to Row, Row, Row, … when it is necessary to get out and push the boat off the rocks and when it is alright to park the boat by some trees and soak it in for a while, even when it is alright to allow Divine to row the boat for you for a while. I am grateful for the people that have come in and out of my boat to share part of the journey and realize that it is alright not to stop at every dock and it is alright to check the ticket stubs of those who would like to be passengers for a while to be sure my boat is the right one for them and for me and the children who find comfort and protection there.
Remembering that I am the captain of my own ship. Remembering that storms pass, that duck tape and crazy glue are wonderful inventions to keep my boat afloat in crazy weather and remembering that Spirit will always guide me home …. when I take the time to listen.