When Spirit Comes Knocking

Sometimes Spirit just really want to get one’s attention, and yesterday She was quite obvious in her determination.

Most mornings I pull some cards to get a feel for the day, and yesterday one of the cards I pulled from the Mythical Goddess Tarot was Yemaya. Now Yemaya and I have a long history of dancing around each other, but I didn’t really think anything about the card beyond the message, which is, in part, about connecting with Mother so you can be a light for others.

Later, at work, we received a shipment of glass figurines that hang from cords. Two of them were mermaids, which I’d never seen before. Pretty, but again, I didn’t give it much thought.

The final frying-pan-upside-the-head was late last night when I was watching “Saving Grace” on Netflix (great show!). A young girl woke from a coma, speaking Portuguese and repeating a phrase. I picked up the word “Yemonja” and waited til they had translated what she was saying, and sure enough, she was praying to Yemonja! Alrighty then!

I did a bit of research (again), and found this article about her, and that’s when the light bulb really went off, and now I’m getting a feel for why she’s been making herself known to me so many times over the last 15 years or so.

This morning’s message came via an Instagram post from Tarot Readings From a Bitch, in which she had created a water altar, something I’ve not done, though it had been suggested to me before by Joanna Powell Colbert. Got it.

-Aside: read both of their blogs. You won’t regret it.

So I’m off to create a water altar, do some connecting, and figure out how to be a landlocked mermaid. 🙂

Have you ever had Spirit, in one form or another, be as determined to get you to pay attention? Who and how? Let’s hear about it!!

©Pip Miller – March 2017

PS: Almost forgot! Today and tomorrow, in honor of Yemaya and the water element, I’m offering a 15-minute session for $10 that focuses solely on the chakra associated with water; the sacral chakra. Let’s unblock some of that stuck energy and get things flowing! You can make your payment here, and don’t forget to put your email address in the notes so I can contact you and set up a time!

 

Song

#writealm Day 4. 🙂

Singing tree

This is my neighbor’s magical, singing tree. It harmonizes with the wind blowing through its soft needles, and it sings to me of somewhere far from our high desert home in the southwest; somewhere it has never been, but the wind has. It’s song is the song of the sea, evoking in me memories of beaches on the cold north Atlantic…memories of…

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…waves lapping at the sand, moving up the shore in response to the pull of the moon, water so cold that you have to dunk yourself and stay submerged from the neck down until your body is numb and then you can swim for hours, sand so hot you wished you’d tied flip-flops to your bathing suit because it’s not possible to run fast enough or tip-toe lightly enough to escape it’s burning touch…

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The beach, a rainbow of bathing suits, towels, umbrellas, chairs, ice chests (they call them cool chests here in the sw), and radios, all tuned to different stations. Some are rudely blaring, others are just loud enough for the immediate listeners. The smell of hot dogs bought from the vendor on the street above, seagulls circling while on the lookout for abandoned or dropped food, children shouting with joy and laughter – or crying from sheer exhaustion, parents calling out in warning to be careful, and the lifeguard’s whistle jolting us out of our sun-drenched stupor.

The sun, oh the sun…soaking into us, tanning – or burning – our skin as it passes through, melting our bones into such sweet lethargy, filling us with heat so strong that we fear we will melt into the sand, or, heaven forbid, spontaneously combust.

And underneath it all, this magical, wonderful tree sings to me the song that is just at the edge of my hearing at all times even though I now live so far from its source; it’s the deep lullaby of Mama Yemaya. Mother Ocean, in all her glory, calls to me, beckoning me home, soothing me with her message of peace, compassion…and love.

Yemaya

©Pip Miller – November 2014