Your Love is my light
Sun of all my mornings
Fire of all my nights.
Today, I was following the Artist’s Datebook by Julia Cameron which today’s mission was to take a nap. There is a favorite spot I like to go on my Artist’s Dates and that is a women’s spirituality and wellness sanctuary. I am such a hopeless romantic and crave a deep connection to women’s spirituality and this sacred space there is what seems to fill my needs. I was able to go there today in the sitting area and get a cup of black tea with Splenda and I picked my favorite chair and I listened to the water fountain babbling at me and the 60s songs playing on the radio. The store owner came in and spoke with me and I told her how I was so exhausted and she recommended I drink some cranberry juice. She said just relax and rest…so I took her up on the offer.
I curled up in that chair and began to drift. I felt extremely safe there, relaxed, and let go. I needed to detach from a stressful day of work where there was back to back long meetings on stressful topics. I was hurting. My heart and soul heavy and sank. I just let it go. Somehow in this sacred place I am able to do that. I have been establishing new boundaries it has been heart wrenching for me and my soul grieves by the drastic but necessary changes as I pursue self love. I am learning to stay away from unhealthy situations on all levels. I am learning to love myself so much and care about myself enough to walk away from hurtful people and relationships. It’s not easy for me to set up such boundaries. Wondering who to embrace and who to let go.
So this was in my being and I was troubled by all the things that were happening. A nap was something I desperately needed. As I laid in this chair I was seeking comfort. As I rested I heard a gentle loving male voice spoke to me. Words of love and hope. I dreamnt laying my head next to his head and his arm wrapped around me. He kept speaking very softly to me and I felt comforted by his presence. I felt much calmer and more confident that I was on the right path. He spoke to me of words of love. I felt my heart grow warm and I felt surrounded and filled by his love and light. I sank into a deeper deeper rest. I was grateful and still am grateful for his support and love. I lingered in the bask of his love for as long as could.
When I awaken, I felt renewed and recharged, I felt that my heart was singing of hope and that brighter days were ahead. That I was going through the grief and mourning and coming out full of joy. With that I walked in the summery glittery sunshine to the grocery store and I bought myself cranberry juice.