Speak, The Universe is listening.

We’ve just gotten back from one of the most incredible family holidays to South America celebrating Christmas, New Year and my dad’s 60th. (I’m sure I will be sharing more of that to follow), but I wanted to take a little pause from the work I’ve set myself for today to share a little story from the heart – and what better time to share it than right now, when I’m fresh over my latest batch of tears.

I haven’t even shared this full story with Warren yet, because, for some odd reason we’ve decided to communicate exclusively via EMOJI today (I know) – and this story is a bit more complicated than being able to explain it via poo-stickers and cucumbers.

So here we go:

It was such a fantastic holiday with Warren and I, my mom, my dad and my brother and his girlfriend and as always getting back home after holiday is, well – a bit of a washing-pile-induced drag.

What was fun about arriving back home were a few un-opened Christmas cards that had come through our door while we were away (thanks y’all) and a little package that was addressed to me shipped from Jamaica (??). When I opened it, I saw it was the necklace – in the photo above – sent to me from my dad when they were on a recent holiday in The Caribbean.

It’s the kitsch-est piece of jewelry I own.

Just kidding, last year I bought my friend and I matching ‘bestie-necklaces’ with giant kitten-faces-wearing luminous pink and green reading glasses – so it’s the second kitsch-est piece of jewelry I own.

Anyway, I digress.

The wording on the heart says,

To my Daughter

Never feel you are alone. No matter how near or far apart – I am always right there in your heart.
Just believe in yourself
And remember you only fail when you stop trying
Never forget that whatever you go through, no matter what, I will always love you.
I may not be able to carry you in my arms anymore, but I will always carry you in my heart.

Love

Dad

So basically, I’ve cried every time I’ve read it

…and now I’m just sitting here crying again.

awkward.

(edit: post man just rang the doorbell and it wasn’t weird at all).

So I’m not sure if it’s that we’ve just said goodbye to my family after a great trip or if it’s just the feels in general, but man that trinkety little necklace gets me every time so I’ve worn it in it’s kitschy glory with pride.

I’ve been having trouble sleeping in the last week, (possibly jetlag, possibly re-acclimatising to post-holiday life), but two nights ago I was lying in bed long after witching hours, just staring into space wondering about things in The Universe (as you do).

More specifically I’ve been thinking about the message on that heart and the idea of not being able to see/touch/feel the people that we love, but having a sense of knowing that they are there, from wherever they are. And being able to feel people from within our hearts and in life around us when we aren’t able to feel them physically – for whatever reason.

It made me think of my grandparents – (and actually my gran spoke a lot about angels if I think about it) and the idea of this whole ‘spirit realm’ of people who have come before us, people we can feel in our hearts, people who are here to guide us and protect us even when they can’t be near.

When I think about things like this, I always think about Colleen, my energy healer in South Africa, who I’ve had reiki with for a few years now. She has kind of an intuitive knack of knowing when it is that your heart is seeking support and often in times when I’ve randomly found myself feeling low – I’ve had an unexpected message pop up from her on whatsapp telling me that she is sending me some healing as she feels I need it.

Two nights ago when I was wondering about the idea of ‘guardian angels’, I thought about Colleen – as it’s very much her realm – and I lay in bed just kind of asking the powers that be to connect me to her in some way. Like, “if this is all real, Universe, if it’s possible to feel the people we love even when they are on the other side of the world or even when they’re not in this world, show me a sign and let Colleen send me a message tomorrow”.  I guess partly cause I hadn’t heard from Colleen in a while and I guess partly because – if I’m honest: I’m really only part-full-blown hippie and the other-ever-lessening-part-sceptical-hippo.

I woke up the next day, I didn’t receive a message from Colleen, but went on with my day and didn’t really think much of it.

Today, about 40 minutes ago, I went downstairs to collect a package that had come through the door earlier this morning –

And,

freaken low and behold –

A package from Colleen (who lives in South Africa) – with a note of encouragement, a jade bracelet, chocolate and some smudge-stick goodness.

And of course when I opened this package and saw who it was from and the divine timing of it all, I also burst into tears – because it just goes to show that we are truly being supported from something much bigger than us.

We just have to ask.

So this post is just a reminder to you for whatever it is that you are needing –

Speak, The Universe is listening.