Whale Comes Calling

Photo: www.pacificwhale.org

Man, I have just been having a time of it lately.

I think I’ve mentioned at least a couple of times lately that over the past two weeks or so, I’ve received some truly astonishing messages. And I’ve wanted to share them with you – but not until I’ve given myself an opportunity to reflect on them on my own.

I even vowed to devote some alone time over this past weekend to my desire to take a deep dive into the specifics of some of the more blatant pantomimes by the Universe, as well as some of the startling actual verbal messages I received. They all fit together more perfectly than anything I could have arranged or orchestrated for myself on my own.

Well, so much for that. As happens now and again, I’ve neglected my self and – worse – neglected my creative inspiration and joy. I’ve also perpetrated the greatest of sins: I’ve failed to walk my talk.

Alas, I’ve Been Talking the Talk

Yes, I’ve written about this before, the occasional lapse in journal entries.

I am relentless with my clients and loved ones, reminding them often to keep a journal, extolling the virtues of capturing the details of our daily lives on paper (or yes, I’ll settle for electronic writing at this point). So I get particularly irritated with myself when I allow days to go by without writing down my most exquisite experiences.

It’s one thing to miss a few days when we occasionally hit a patch of life that feels like we’re on the set of Groundhog Day. You know: those days that feel like they’re just repeats of every other day and don’t deserve any attention.

But I have to tell you: Spirit has been working overtime with me lately, so that cannot be my excuse! And I am beyond grateful for, well, all of it, especially when the messages or connections have come completely unexpectedly. Which makes it all the more important for me to honor what I’ve received by writing it down.

So, yeah. Sometimes it takes time to write this stuff down. Not in the sense of (looking at my non-existent wristwatch) giving myself half an hour in the middle of the day to write down the facts. No. That simply does not work.

Finding My Groove Takes Time

Hard as it is to describe, I need to settle into the groove of writing, especially when I want to touch the numinous. And that requires allowing myself to reconnect with the moments deeply enough to tap into the details as if I am writing the experience in the moment of living it.

It’s the same as when I’m writing chapters in my books. In order to get myself back to those places and the felt experience of living those moments, I need to afford myself time.

And time is what I’ve been giving everyone else lately. Not that I begrudge it; I don’t. But yikes…the very fact that I’m in this position writing about this (yet again) is because I’ve not heeded the messages. Ugh. Busted. Again.

Whale/Elk

So along comes Monday (today). I actually became distracted by needing to speak to someone on the phone and never got around to picking my Medicine Card for the day. Karl picked and I read his; but my pick got lost in the shuffle, so to speak.

When we both realized my lapse this evening as we tried to recall what I’d picked as we walked, I headed straight to the deck when we got home. I picked Whale with Elk underneath.

Suffice it to say, it didn’t take a sledgehammer to make me realize that Spirit was growing impatient with my dalliance. Whale in the Medicine Cards^®is the Record Keeper. And Elk, of course, is Stamina, the one who continues onward, “having no other defense except his ability to go the distance, setting a pace that allow(s) him to utilize his stamina and energy to the fullest.”

“Elk medicine teaches that pacing yourself will increase your stamina.”

I’m getting a strong feeling that tomorrow circumstances will coalesce that will allow me to do just exactly what I need: Be the Record Keeper and pace myself. These connections and messages from Spirit and my son have been too precious not to accord them honor and appreciation.

I can only hope that by exposing my own lapses, each of you will forgive your own – and just pick up your pens or your keyboards tomorrow and join me tomorrow. Let’s excavate the magic together!