guided.

being guided, delighted by the signs surrounding me.

So many signs finding me delicately and directly.

Finding myself finding (newer) understanding, filling in the blanks. Feeling the ground beneath my feet. Feeling through expression, clairvoyance, curiosity, kind sociability, and once more: new perspective, experiences, internal wonderings, mind given and granted permission for honing in, handling powerful, pertinent and personal information. “Answers you seek, answers you so graciously receive” - that is what my spirit guide told me, internally, a voice so loud in my mind, a message so distinct. Self initiated, I brought myself here. A solo trek across the country, one with only courage, and not an ounce of fear. My path is open, my path is clear.

Service and sacrifice, I make sacred whatever is here. Received, given, understood, I feel so blessed my dear. Bliss, tranquility, and reconnection with everything that is. Newness surrounds me and fills me. I put ego back down, I humble myself, for everything is new territory. As I find my footing, I stretch my knowing. As I find my rhythm, I will learn the dance. To dance here, is a form of honoring.

Accepting and allowing. Forgiving any lack of not knowing. Already, I am learning and truly remembering the importance of asking. Collecting, protecting, discovering, dreaming, loving, contemplating, digesting.

“I have something for you” Said God. Said the ancestors. Said the land. Said the moon. Said the Sun. Said the audio book playing faintly in the background.

I am in awe of this sense of peace, comfort and this grounding presence.

Presence truly is a present. Transcendence is my aim.

I just moved to New Mexico, and I have a few things to say.

I have a knack for asking for what I want.

I recognize the difference between desire and need. I recognize the beauty and vulnerability in seeing and experiencing the things that are born out of curiosity.

Yearning and feeling vs. pleading and clinging. Distinct differences show themselves to me. It’s a feeling I get in my chest, in my center. I’ll never forget, years ago I was told by a psychic friend that a mantra and truth of mine is “My body is my sensor” - I feel intuitively connected to just how I feel. It’s deeper, it’s truer than before. I am intrinsically, completely, undoubtedly connected to my soul. I am entirely whole.

Nothing feels like a plea, no sense of desperation. Instead, I pursue slowness, intention - allowing time to pass, making room for contemplation. Speaking truthfully and passionately, poetically, without hesitation. I breathe in and out, quite steady, quite consistent, without rushing, without anticipation.

Here, at my “adult summer-camp” where in the day, we work hard, and in the evenings, we lounge in the “boat yard”. I sense I belong here, my inner child shows up often, full of continued *curiosity* and youthfulness and cheer.

Meeting many wanderers, other inner child folks, all living by that shared motto “different strokes for different folks".

Nomadic lifestyles being all our shared preference. A multitude of passport stamps, a million stories reflected. This is the “curious club” adult summer camp.

Leaning into this lifestyle of learning, listening, sitting, reading, hiking, meditating, co-existing, moments left lingering.

I have everything I could possibly ever need.

Books and the Earth below my feet, supporting me. Life is really, really sweet. Fresh mangos for dessert. Coffee and cigarettes for breakfast. Packed lunches on the water, communal burritos are my personal preference. Sharing space with mirrored others is always a heart warming reflection.

Thinking back to old ways of being and the things that I’ve rejected. REplacing fear with (SELF) trust, that is the objective.

The other evening we were all gathered around, seated on the floor discussing life months down the road. Each of us taking life moment by moment, without rushing the natural progression of time.

“Where are you going after this?”

“I have no idea.”

Not a single person knowing where to next - (and accepting this is the real flex.)

Trusting our path and perfectly content.

I’ve heard internal whispers of California calling me. I’ve had vivid visions of Brazil.

Letting go, trust falling, but no longer for the thrill, just allowing life to shape itself around me.

My personal plot thickens — my ass does too. Life is a grand, guided adventure - and I’m enjoying the view.

Discernment is the key. Being guided and delighted by the signs surrounding me.

Each day remains a mystery. Presence, trust (and God) never foresake me.

The last few things I will share are some journal entries from this week, typically written early in the morning, for I keep waking up at 3AM and then 6AM.

Be good to the Earth and the Earth will be good to you. Be good to others and (usually) others will be good to you, too. Letting go of control, letting go of the ego. Loosening my grip on the reigns. Intentional thoughts at my fingertips, intention is my domain. Sometines with this heat, we do pray for rain.

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Carried by gentle waters, all the water does is exist. Magic below my feet, sunshine on my hips and wrist. Such a delight. Peace and spiritual awakenings, impossible to resist. Living is easy when you’re living in bliss. Massive mountains, canyons surrounding me, Mother Nature’s kiss. Hmm… I think I could get used to this.

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Renew oneself by waterside, and everything will be alright.