The last time I posted in here was the evening before my water broke.
The horses guided me through an amazing shift and all of a sudden I felt ready. More ready and clear than I ever have.
Still, it was completely unexpected.
We drove to the hospital in the wee hours of the morning in hopes of soon meeting our little bundle of joy…
And from here on in nothing went as planned.
But in true spiritual form I took many emotional deep breaths and accepted the process how it unfolded.
I left it all up to God.
And spirit was on my side.
My previous visit to the cemetery was not in vein as my grandfather was right there with us the whole time.
Throughout the experience there was no fear. Until they told me the next step, and only step left to take, was surgery.
This was definitely not in the plans.
But… I surrendered like I’ve never surrendered before and trusted deeper than I ever have in my life.
And I felt the heavens just open up as I knew I was about to meet the little miracle that had spent the last few months changing my life already.
It’s now been two weeks since that day. And I’ve felt the closeness of the ancestral spirits surrounding us.
Grandparents from near and far have come to welcome the newest member of their family lineage.
There is a definite sense of old soul mixed with true innocence.
A sense of ‘we got this’ mixed with ‘I have no idea what I’m doing’.
A sense of wisdom where there wasn’t wisdom before.
Maybe sometimes being intuitive and connected comes so naturally I forget, or don’t even realize, that I am.
Spirit is subtle. Intuition is soft whispers. Guidance is gentle. And visions are fleeting. But they are very very real.
It’s instances like this where I see just how important this work is.
And just how miraculous it can be 