Recently, I had the experience of interacting with two very dear friends via email back-to-back, early in the morning. With both interchanges, I found myself with sad tears running down my face, but I didn’t feel sadness. I had an opportunity to gently pull through me some of what they were feeling and release it so that the tension on their end wasn’t as high. I gave them just a smidgeon more of space than they didn’t have before.
It wasn’t something I did consciously, but in looking back it at, I realized that it is something I have always innately done… listen to the stories of others, honor those stories, and pull through the thread of emotion that is ready to be released. When I am working with a client, I continually pull those loose threads, weaving an entirely different tapestry in the ethers and then releasing it to be absorbed in the cosmos.
In my close relationships, I have made a conscious choice to not reweave any tapestries unless the other person requests me to do so. When they ask me questions like “do you get any hits?” or “what does the cosmos say?” or “am I missing something?” or “do you have any feedback?” those questions open me up to the healing gifts of Reweaving. These gifts are not “on” until I have been given permission to pull the threads.
Both friends asked questions like that and my Weaver kicked on as I examined the energy threads and looked into the Universe to see what was waiting to be gently tugged free. With one friend, we have built a strong relationship of continual feedback so, with her, I was able to pull forth many threads all at once and deliver them to the release. With the other friend, the feedback loop is new, tender, raw so my Weaver pulled only one golden strand, sending it out into the Universe to be received, recycled, and redistributed in healthier patterns.
This innate ability to Weave has been there for as long as I can remember. Like writing, it is something I “just do” so, for a very long time, I took it for granted as something that “ain’t that big a deal.” And since I believe that everyone can heal from within, it made no sense to me to look at this Weaving ability as anything other than me doing what everyone does. Thing is, everyone can heal from within. And, as with all things on this planet, sometimes “the work” requires support.
As I acknowledged my Weaver, a song began playing through my mind. I haven’t heard it for a very long time and my heart suddenly yearned to have the melody and lyrics fill my system. It is a song that, from the very first moment I heard it, my soul opened up and sang along. Immediately. I feel such reverence every time I hear it…
On so many levels, this song moves me more now than it did when it was first released in 2003. I can remember exactly where I was the first time I heard it. I was working for a medical billing company in the executive offices. I was sitting at my desk, facing a wall of windows which overlooked the lobby a floor below. The way my desk was arranged, I sat so my back was to all the execs. The song came on my streaming radio. I got chills. And then the tears started silently rolling down my face. On a break, I watched this video above and sobbed through it. The story moved me.
All of my life, I have been moved by stories. Whether it is in the writing of them or in the honoring of another’s. Innately, I honor the story. I love through stories. I am so glad that I now see the gifts that I innately harbor as being so much more than something that “ain’t that big a deal.”
The song reminded me of so much about who I am and I found myself with tears running down my face again as I listened to it. It reminded me that through Love, I innately hold space for those to remember who they truly are. I bare witness to their stories. I listen. I feel. And… in that space I hold, a space that has always been with me, people transform. They remember their name.
When we come to earth, we are blessed with inherent gifts that are to be used for expressing our Soul Purpose here. That one thing – or several things – that you do, have always done, and think it “ain’t that big a deal” … it is that which you were designed to be, designed to do it. Are you honoring it?
Love’s Divine
Then the rainstorm came over me
And I felt my spirit break
I had lost all of my belief, you see
And realized my mistake
But time threw a prayer to me
And all around me became still
I need love, love’s divine
Please forgive me now I see that I’ve been blind
Give me love, love is what I need to help me know my name
Through the rainstorm came sanctuary
And I felt my spirit fly
I had found all of my reality
I realize what it takes
‘Cause I need love, love’s divine
Please forgive me now I see that I’ve been blind
Give me love, love is what I need to help me know my name
Oh I, don’t bend (don’t bend), don’t break (don’t break)
Show me how to live and promise me you won’t forsake
‘Cause love can help me know my name
Well I try to say there’s nothing wrong
But inside I felt me lying all along
But the message here was plain to see
Believe me
‘Cause I need love, love’s divine
Please forgive me now I see that I’ve been blind
Give me love, love is what I need to help me know my name
Oh I, don’t bend (don’t bend), don’t break (don’t break)
Show me how to live and promise me you won’t forsake
‘Cause love can help me know my name
Love can help me know my name.
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