I recently made a cross country road trip with a dear sister. She had used a metaphorical megaphone to blast out a cry for help and I was one of the individuals that decided to be there if she wanted any help that I was able to offer. She had a pool of people that cared deeply and showed up in different ways. She chose me to be her delivery person.
The funny thing about offering to help someone is that the helper has to be open minded about what they have to offer. The person needing help already has an idea of what they need and what they are ready to accept from you. In the close quarters of a car, the biggest gift I had to offer was a willingness to listen. For the first seventeen (yup! I said seventeen!!) hours of the drive, this sweet soul’s only sentences revolved around answering questions about when/if she wanted a potty break or some food. We listened to music when she wanted to distract herself from the chatter in her head, but mainly we enjoyed the quiet and the beautiful drive.
When she decided she wanted to share, I made an effort to be a neutral receiver, a safe place where she could hear her own thoughts verbalized. It was slow going at first, but after the initial gunk came out, it felt like a relief valve had been tapped on a pressure cooker. One of my friendly head-docs says that it is a lot like being thirsty and wanting to take a drink from a hose that’s been out in the hot sun for the past month. When you first turn on the faucet, you gotta wait until the mix of scalding water and dead bugs get outta the hose before you get anything worth taking in.
In addition to the pressure relief, our journey had another goal. We were on our way to visit a fellow who had an awesome place out in the desert where weary souls could rest and relearn their magnificence. When I first asked for guidance on how I could help, his face had come clearly into my mind. I had some self doubt (did I mention how far away he was?) but the thought bubble with his picture in it was still floating above my head when my phone rang with a call from a friend that lived in the same desert town. That was sign enough for me. No need to wait for signs two and three. One big affirmation had made me feel comfortable in following the pictures playing in my head. As it lined up, a friend wanted a vehicle delivered to the west coast. I just love it when the YOUniverse has my back.
The car was a gift in so many ways. It was a new (used) acquisition and this was the maiden shake-down cruise. The dash became my barometer of just where my friend’s head space was. Along the way we made sure that EVERY Single Warning Light worked.
“Oh look, now we’re moving too fast. The brake warning light came on.”
“Check it out. We’re feeling powerless. The check engine light just lit up.”
The lights came on. The lights went off. I put no story behind their physical meaning. I amused myself with the metaphorical and drove on.
We drove for several days to get to our destination. When we arrived, we spent time on the land, talked with the folks, checked the vibe to make sure it felt like a good fit. Even knowing it all was being divinely guided, it’s still a 3D world we live in and it’s a big commitment to recognize you need help and be willing to give yourself the gift of time and space to receive it. Thoughts like, “What about that old library book I’ve been meaning to return?”, seem to take on a higher priority when you don’t want to look too closely at your crapolla. This sweet soul sister was no different and she wanted to distract herself rather than face herself. She had been busy in her busy life…an addiction all it’s own.
It took two days of shoring up, but she finally said yes to herself and moved into an adorable cottage with a dose of courage and a huge case of nerves.
I must admit, I was pretty shaky myself.
As I drove away, having completed my delivery, I noticed my trembling hands and thudding heart. I asked for a sign of where I could go to soothe my heart. Pulling off the dirt road onto the highway. I drove without direction for a few miles. Someone in a hurry came up on my tail lights and I pulled off into a gravel parking lot to let them pass. As I got ready to turn around and get back on the highway, I noticed a sign on the building in front of me. It said, HeartMassage. Wow! Did that sound like just the ticket!?!
I steered my way to the door front and hopped out. I walked through with a jingle of chimes and a lady asked, “Can I help you?”.
I answered truthfully, “I don’t know. Can you?”
She said she was booked until 5:30. It was 9:30 in the morning. I told her I didn’t think I’d be in the area that long. I’d just dropped a sweet sister off at a sanctuary. The massage therapist asked me who I’d dropped off. I shared my friend’s name and the body worker said that was who she was on her way to work on right now.
WOW!
Thank you beautiful sanctuary. Thank you in-a-hurry driver. Thank you sweet body therapist.
I knew in that instant that the journey was guided by something greater than I. I had done my part. I had offered my assistance. My help had been received and my sweet soul sister was in the perfect place to begin her healing.
Earth Angels are every where. You just gotta listen and BELIEVE!