Ask For Your Giraffe

The Energy

Oh, how interesting life can be, yeah? This past week was so full of insights and awarenesses I feel like I might have a hard time wrangling them into one newsletter! I've made a decision, a declaration almost, that I am just completely done with the energy of struggle and I'm now only choosing to play this game of life like it's fun for eff's sake.

If you've been in my sphere for any amount of time, you probably already know how much I love to embrace metaphor, symbolism, and signs... like I don't really take anything I experience in life at face value. In my world, there is always a deeper interpretation to be found. My guides are always speaking to me and I'm finally willing to hear them before they lose their sh*t and push me off a cliff because I'm being so dense.

The energy this week feels like an invitation to trust in your own protection and remember your inherent worthiness. To honor the little child with big dreams and wild ideas, not like in the 'I want to go back' sort of way but to find that innocent, almost precocious energy and approach it with new wisdom.

The Teaching

Which leads me to two of the key messages I gleaned from life recently...

You don't have to wait until the wheels literally fall off the cart to take action. When things are rumbling and pulling off your path, you can choose to listen, ask for support if needed, and be willing to receive... the messages, the love, the protection.

You can embrace childlike wonder and playfulness AND the graceful wisdom that comes with the experience of all the skinned knees and risks taken as you figured out your own unique way of navigating the world.

It's always so fascinating when I sit down to write these transmissions, sinking into what's moving through me in the moment and then I go check with what's happening in the cosmos only to find that it all aligns perfectly.

A few weeks back we talked about confidence as trust in yourself. What I'm realizing now is: that trust was never separate from trusting my guides, trusting my protection, trusting the messages that come through the rumble and the pull. It only ever felt separate because I was still relating to myself as this contained little unit, moving through a cosmos that was somehow separate from me.

But when you start to feel yourself as the cosmos, not visiting it, not receiving messages from some far off place but built from the same substance as it, the whole thing collapses into one motion. Trusting your guides IS trusting yourself. Trusting your protection IS trusting your worthiness. There was never a you over here and a source over there sending down hints for you to decode.

As a kid you didn't always have control over changes that were introduced in your life and in many ways control remains an illusion even in adulthood. And you probably believed in 'unrealistic' ideas of the future. What if those voices that told you that's not how it works or that life is hard were hushed? Those voices of doubt that still creep in today aren't really even yours, they're the protectors you cultivated from other people's projections.

You're still that little girl but she's wiser now. She has learned discernment. There's no back to go back to anyway. There's only right now AND it carries momentum forward to the future. It might just be better than you could imagine. Why not let it be filled with the possibilities of rainbows and unicorns and new colors?

It's about not letting yourself go stagnant, not allowing the paralyzation caused by the voices that say you're not safe. It's about the confidence to dream and to trust. You. Your guides. Your worthiness. Your protection. Your ability to stay tapped in.

The Invitation

I want to tell you about the giraffe.

Sitting in meditation, still feeling into that inner child, the one who just wanted to be taken care of, to feel safe, while the tire on my car was about to give out and I didn't know how I'd fix it. I asked for a sign that I was on the right path. I intentionally wanted to pick something I wasn't sure I was likely to see. So, I asked to be shown, that day, a giraffe.

Not because giraffes mean anything special to most people. But because they're awkward. They don't look like anything else on earth. They hold their heads impossibly high without apology, a living bridge between ground and sky.

My partner put the donut spare on so I could make it to teach a class that morning, normally a 35 minute highway drive. With a spare tire not rated for freeway speeds, I tapped 'avoid highways' into my maps and let it choose the route. That route took me right past the Phoenix Zoo. Giraffe on the sign. I laughed out loud in my car and said thank you.

Thank you for the message. Thank you for the protection, from my guides and from my partner, who I'm realizing is also proof that all of this is one thing.

There's an old story you've likely heard about a man caught in a flood. The waters rise and a neighbor comes by in a truck, offers him a ride. He waves them off. "God will save me." The waters rise higher, a boat comes for him. He waves them off. "God will save me." The waters rise higher still, a helicopter lowers a rope. He waves it off too. He drowns. When he gets to the other side he asks, confused and a little angry, why he wasn't saved. And the answer is something like, I sent you a truck. I sent you a boat. I sent you a helicopter. What more did you want from me?

That story reminds me how easy it is to miss the giraffe.

So here is your permission slip for this week. Not to manifest harder. Not to decode every single thing that happens to you. Just to start a conversation. With your guides, with your own knowing, whichever language feels true to you.

Ask for a sign. Something specific enough that you'll recognize it when it shows up, the way I asked for a giraffe.

Notice the symbolism that's already speaking to you, the thing you keep seeing, the song on repeat, the stranger's comment that landed too precisely to be random.

Say thank you out loud when support arrives, even in the small, ordinary, inconvenient forms it tends to take. A donut spare. A detour. Listening to a friend's podcast when she drops exactly the right sentence (yes this happened that morning too).

You don't have to wait for the wheels to fall off to start paying attention. The truck is probably already outside.

Journal on it if that helps you land it:

Where have I been waiting for a helicopter when a truck already came?

What sign could I ask for this week, specific enough that I'd know it if I saw it?

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