Welcome the Wake Up Call

Do not resent the wake up call.

Bow, humbly at its feet and ask:

How have I left the Truest path?

How might I begin to return home?

The wake up call is full of the toughest of loves, the kind that will not see you abandon yourself, your mission, or heart at any cost.

 A pressurized love—the kind that makes diamonds.

The wake up call comes as a terrifying roar when no amount of whispering could break the trance, when we’re stubborn, hung up, and so damn sure we’re in control. We’re not.

What else was the holy to do, to actually get through to you?

Each crisis, a summons to listen more closely to what love would have us do.

The divine is never mistaken about our sacred place or the pace of our destiny unfolding…

Sometimes it takes a shove to have us stumble—or trust-fall—back into right relationship with the natural order…hence the force of the blow when we leave the path and refuse to heed our way back.

Alignment is not optional.

There is first fear, anger, rage even, sure, grief, of course, possibly even disbelief, despair, or hopelessness as disillusions crumble leaving us free-falling and gasping for air… nothing but the soot of past plans on our hands.

What’s truer, more true than the mess that’s left, is that we’re being given back to ourselves, we’re being re-instated or ‘put in our place’ in the highest sense imaginable.  

Divine order reigns supreme.

Crisis, like wild fire purifies and catalyzes a holy re-emergence, one in which harmony and beauty are inevitably restored.

Do not resent the wake up call. Don’t be so quick to write it off as disaster or devastation. All rebirth begins with death. We cannot prize the bloom but shun the compost that nourishes the tender seed, cracking open.

Of all mysterious life happenings and curve balls, this one… this one’s for the books and it’s undoubtedly for you, for me, for all of us. It can realign our lives in ways we would not know how to bring about by our will or hand alone.

Crisis comes as a mysterious answer to dangerous prayers, yours, and my own. Like the tower arcana in tarot, acts of God strike like lightening and mark the spot.

This can bring you closer not further…if you let it to where the holy would have you be and to the life you’re meant to live as part of the earth’s emergent story.

 Take heart and tend to your soil with humility and devotion. Holy ground is right where you stand. Regrowth and regeneration happen in their own time.

 Steward your corner of the cosmos with utmost care and entrust yourself to the intelligent unfolding of life. All is not lost. We are simply beginning, beginning …

 We are being born, yet again.