I have had a whirlwind of a weekend (week). As cliche as it is, today is the first day of the rest of my life. I’m so grateful for my journey and for all that I’ve learned over the past week. It’s like everything is coming together in the strangest ways and I’ve chosen to accept it and it’s meeting me with open arms as others are struggling to handle the movement of life.
Here I am, writing about how grateful I am and how much things have changed for me since my birthday, and I’m not exactly sharing the details so let me do that. I’m not going to talk about last weekend here (I’ll save that for another blog) but I’m going to start mid-week this past week up until today, so buckle up.
This week the divine told me it was time to make my own office space. We have struggled with having our own space in our house over the years with construction and rehabilitation for our home. All while having different roommates come and go, and dogs that we house sit over the weekends and taking in strays and fostering animals. As you can imagine everything has been very disorganized, always shifting around and always just up in the air. A few months ago my partner and I started cleaning and organizing the attic (after our last roommate moved out). We were working on organizing that space so we could move more things up there for storage while we create space for ourselves and space to work on our house.
Well, this week the divine told me it was time to pick up that project again, so we did. We spent a day cleaning out the rest of the attic and moving items up there. We spent another day cleaning up trash, throwing things away, and sorting everyday-use items. Then we spent a day moving all the big furniture items around. Then we spent another day moving computers around and organizing most of the office supplies. By the time Friday night came, we had mostly moved everything around and got everything in its place. A few straggling items were making both new office spaces unfinished though.
As we finished on Friday night it started to rain and we were tired so we went to bed. At some point during the night, we were woken up by barking and thunder and lightning and the rain was coming down hard. We knew something wasn’t right so we went to check on the house and realized we had flooding in our basement. We spent an hour mitigating the problem. After some time and having things good enough we went to bed. When we woke up in the morning our power was out. We live in a blessed spot in the city and our house is hooked up to the power lines that run power to power generators for Ford Field, and normally we have power back on in only a few hours but when we looked at the power outage maps we realized the power outage might not be an easy fix this time, there were outages all the way into the next city.
We both decided that morning was the day to finish cleaning everything up. We cleared up the last of the unorganized items and put the finishing touches on our workspaces. We did this without electricity and then we spent the day napping, leisurely taking care of things around the house, and finally went out to get ice for our fridge and freezers. When out we saw that the whole city had pretty much been underwater. There were abandoned cars under underpasses, old highwater lines marked where the water had previously been. The streets were ripped up from the water washing away the pavement, there was debris everywhere. The entire city felt like it had gone through an apocalyptic event.
When we were out we took pictures, got snacks, enjoyed moments with our community, picked up ice for ourselves and our neighbors, and got flowers for my altar. We got home and my partner started on dinner and got the fridge and freezer situated with ice.
I went into my office with the flowers and made sacred space. I have had an altar for some time, but I have never had it in my own space before. It was always in the bedroom or some other place like that. Since I have never had my own space to practice I had also never gotten fresh flowers for it. It was such a freeing experience to put the flowers out for my deities, sit in quiet meditation while reviewing my week, and be grateful that my spiritual journey had brought me here.
I reflected on how the rain felt like a complete and total cleansing and that I was able to start a new chapter of my life. That the power went out during the home stretch forced me to continue setting up my office until it was perfect instead of losing track and trying to start new projects in the unfinished space. I thought of all the things I had found while organizing the house and how they pertain to the spiritual path that I’m on and the doors that are opening for me.
It sat in quiet contemplation until I was ready to pull cards for my future, for my new path. When I finally did my cards confirmed the messages I was getting from the divine. That night I went to bed filled with a clearer vision.
I woke up this morning with restored power (earlier than projected by the power company) and had fresh eyes for my life path and practice. It’s like my deities held the space for me to tie together my loose ends and as soon as I was finished they set everything back up for me to begin my forward movement again.
