When seeds of potential reach the light.

A solo spa day to end a cycle where it began. To honour the old and start anew.

Reflections of inspirational nudges and listening to my soul's call.

Understanding how spirit works.

Redefining experiences that have passed...

As we await a hurricane and I prep garden beds for spring, the following analogies started to rise.

When in the midst of a storm, it's often difficult to know the possible impacts.

The sounds of the energy moving around, tossing debris without cause, can lead to many images of what the devastation could be.

Was enough prep accomplished? Is everything safe? When will this storm be over? What will I have left when the storm had passed?

I experienced my own storm at the beginning of this year. One that came up suddenly without warning. A shift in massive energies, positive and negative, to make space for more natural growth.

In the middle of the storm, I thought the world around me was being torn to shreds. When I engaged with my fear thoughts, I could imagine the darkest scenarios and feel pulled into them if I wasn't careful.

Many weakened limbs, stories that followed me for decades of my life, began to break and as I listened to the winds blow and the rain toss shit around without a care, I validated these stories even more.

Further and further I sank, to the deepest depth of the earth I could go. Rock bottom, although it isn't as solid as it sounds. The more you push into the rock, the more it bends itself into you and consumes you.

It's a place of everything and nothing all at the same time. And when seen for its potential, true transformations can be made.

In the depths of the dirt, where nurtured and prepped, seeds are laid in the dark, against their will and natural calling to the light.

From this space, unlimited possibilities lay awaiting. Will is pushed to its limits and a natural, unassisted process unfolds. Life is born.

During the time it takes for that plant to feel the light and start to understand the process it just went through, does the next part in the journey unfold. It's in the process of waiting that outcomes begin to be defined and even then, anything is possible.

The last time I was at the spa, I started to see the light. I emerged from my dark resting place, beneath the surface and began to sense the paths available. I heard my soul speak to me. I curiously imagined living a life like the feeling the spa gave me.

At the time I thought I may even work at the spa. I would find a home close by and reset. Find acceptance in simplicity over complexity. It was like standing in a meadow of possibility and seeing a path light up that looked flowy and as if led somewhere serene.

But blocking the path was a giant knotted fence of bullshit beliefs. Things that seemed impossible to waver through to get to the other side.

And for a few weeks, I stood in the safety of my meadow and gazed at the beautiful path, daydreaming of possibilities. Then as if by magic, a seemingly horrible incident, an attack in the meadow sent me in the direction of the path to see if I could hide. 

Without immersing in fear or engaging in thought it's as tho I darted straight over the fence and into the brightness of the path beyond. And even tho each step was new and uneasy at first, more and more the path showed signs of growing beauty and lasting possibilities not completely seen from beyond the fence. More rich soil to work and more land to explore.

So just like that, new seeds of possibility get worked and nurtured and strengthened for the coming storms that inevitably come like the rise and fall of the sun. Resting in knowing that even in the harshest of storms and the depths of the darkest soil that one day the sun and life will rise again.

And that even when paths seem unreachable, anything is possible when the right intentions are set paths are forged ahead.

Now here I am standing in another meadow, gazing at another path shining bright with desire. And this time, I have more tools, more understanding and knowledge of how to walk over the walls that seem to keep me out, rather than wait for something to shock me into action.

This time I know and trust that no matter what, paths will always present themselves, storms will pass and seeds will sprout. It's in the allowing and trusting that true transformation is revealed. It's in the learning process itself, true knowledge is obtained.

Trust the process.

Love Crystal Inness