Today I’m going to dive into a personal story – a story of something that happened a few days ago. A story that pertains to the magic of life, and the Universe.
Recently, I have been struggling with self worth. This is an aspect of my life journey; something that sort of comes and goes in my life story. Yet, it’s also a through-line. It’s something that circles around how I feel about money, and my ability to value myself and what I do.
A few days ago, I was on my morning walk through the olive groves… This is my morning ritual. It began during Covid, and it has become a necessity for me. I walk through the lines of trees, listening to the breeze (if there is one), feeling the heat and dryness of the day beginning to intensify.
This is my time to set my intention for the day ahead. I recite my favourite prayers, and I talk to God.
On this particular morning, I sat on a rock in the sun, and had a lengthy conversation with God. I spoke of my fears around money. I spoke of the opportunity that I could see coming my way, and how it felt like such a challenge, and yet, such an opportunity to grow and embrace this piece of my life’s puzzle – to be able to accept money without guilt, without feeling like an imposter, and to celebrate my worth and my gifts.
I cried. I said thank-you. I asked for help – to be shown signs along the way.
I said; ‘God, I really trust you. You haven’t failed me yet. I know this is in my path for a reason, and I am grateful for this opportunity. Just show me the way.’
As I walked back, I could hear music. Don had the radio on and was making coffee. This morning, it was a classical music station, and as I entered the house, I heard the very end of Stravinsky’s ‘Firebird’ suite.
It stopped me in my tracks.
As early as I can remember, my Grandfather used to play The Firebird for me. On visits to their house, the pair of us would disappear, and he would put the Firebird on his record player – I would watch the vinyl whizzing around the turn table, listen to that gentle, comforting crackle….and the sounds of this magical piece of music would fill my being. The pair of us would sit together and listen, spellbound.
Suddenly, standing in the house, I was transported – not just into the past, but into the understanding of the message that I was receiving, directly through this music, and this memory. I rarely think of Grandpa, but when I do, his story strikes me powerfully. He grew up in the East End of London. His family were poor, in fact, so poor, that despite him being offered a place at University, they could not afford for him to attend. He went on in life to achieve great success. He also was very generous with money.
And then, there’s the story of the Firebird. A bird with magical feathers, a creative force of feminine power, who is caged, and then freed at the end of the story.
I felt this message deep in my heart – Grandpa was letting me know that the cage is wide open…that I’m free to be a creative force, and that I’m free to receive it all – the abundance, the prosperity, the love, the gift of my creativity….all of it.
The timing of this message was something that only Divine Intelligence could have organised, and only Divine Intelligence could have known would hit me at the right moment, the moment in which I was ready to receive it, and to embody it. I’ve known for years now of my worth, but to feel it in my heart, in my body and in my bones…aahhhh….that takes some time.
So why am I sharing this story with you today?
Perhaps, I wish to reach out and lovingly illustrate the magic of a force that we ALL have access to.
If you take one thing away from my story today, I hope it’s this. Whatever you’re struggling with right now, all you have to do is recognise it. Name it. Own it. Then give it to God.
Have a conversation with the Infinite. Place your struggle in the hands of that higher power, whatever it is for you. Say thank-you, and trust that it will be taken care of. That’s it. That is your part.
Then sit back, and just like the firebird, watch it take flight.