Synchronicity, Abundance, and Grace, Oh My!

I recently had one of those days when my heart must have been cranked open wide. I swear, the Universe conspired with my guides to bring moments of grace that brought me to tears. Tears of gratitude. Ok, I’ll admit that for whatever reason – probably my heart being a bit more open than usual – I was pretty emotional.

It started out as many of my days tend to, with feeling a bit tired and a little out of sorts. But there were a few groceries I’d run out of and really wanted, plus, knowing that getting out and interacting with the public helps ground me and makes me feel better, I headed out to the small city to the north.

After about a half-hour drive and navigating to the city’s downtown, I turned off onto the street where the first stop was located. Because it was nearing noon, I expected parking to be tight and the shop to be busy. Looking for a parking spot, I turned into one which wasn’t necessarily the closest but was open.

Getting out to put some money into the parking meter, I saw it read 1:19. I blinked a few times just to be sure I was reading it correctly. There was an hour and nineteen minutes left on it. Wow! What a treat! I only needed fifteen minutes at most.

As I walked to the shop I saw about a half-dozen more open parking spaces (with meters needing to be fed) and the synchronicity and grace that I’d picked the one with free parking suddenly hit me so hard that I almost started crying. Gratitude poured through my heart.

After that stop, I drove to another store up the hill to find something I recently discovered that’s a little hard to find. Once I had the half-dozen items in my little cart, I headed over to the self-checkout station. Noticing that some of the items I had were eligible for a small discount and a sale price if I had an Amazon Prime membership, I wondered how to get the discount if I didn’t have my phone number connected to my Prime account to enter into their system.

There were two customer service people having a chat by the registers and I asked them for help. One of them, a young man, came over, scanned my items for me, took me through the pay screen, and discovered I couldn’t get the discount the way he thought at that register. He put my items back into my cart for me as we talked about linking my phone number to my account. Did I have the app on my phone? No, because I always use Amazon Smile, not just plain Amazon.

Just when I thought I’d step away from the registers to open my phone’s browser and link the phone to my Prime account and then check out, the young man pulled my cart over to a closed register, scanned all of my items, and gave me the Prime discount as a courtesy. I not only got the Prime discount, but got sale prices on a few items, and a small credit for bringing my own shopping bag. I was so moved by what he did that, once again, I was almost brought to tears as gratitude poured through me.

Noticing that the young man’s employee name tag had preferred pronouns under his name, I was struck by how progressive this store was. It was the first time I’d seen this. And by the time I’d walked out to my car the whole idea of identity and shifting identities began to bubble up from deep down.

Sometimes for no apparent reason when my heart is a little more open than usual, seeing something sparks a connection with something simmering deep within. Driving my car over to my last stop, I took a moment before getting out to speak some thoughts into my voice recorder.

As I talked, my emotions began to flow and I heard the phrase, “Identity Crisis” bubble up all the way into my conscious mind along with a download. The word crisis morphed into ‘not a crisis but going through a big change’. An identity change. Identities are changing.

Something that came up in a recent healing session had to do with my shifting identity as a woman moving from her fertile years into the phase of life when creativity is no longer associated with the womb. It hit me that so much of a woman’s value in society is tied to her reproductive system. We internalize this as children – at least I did. If a woman can’t reproduce or chooses not to, it devalues her. It no longer devalues me. Being ‘past your prime’ is a phrase society uses that, thanks to the healing session, also no longer resonates with me at any level.

Another change to my identity over the past dozen years has to do with becoming spiritually awake and passionate about energy healing. Many people I’ve known since I was a kid and those I worked with in the maritime industry have no idea. Plus, for the past few months in healing sessions, I’ve been connecting with my galactic family and guides, which is still pretty new. I’m still wrapping my head around that one sometimes.

As a planet, we’re moving into a higher vibrating field of energy, and the grand change is hitting not only me as an individual but the collective as a whole. It’s not necessarily changing every individual. But systemically, a lot is being stirred up such that what’s considered normal is becoming redefined. Hearts are opening to ways of being that used to be condemned.

A few years ago, my beautiful niece married her girlfriend. If she’d been born a decade sooner, she wouldn’t have been able to. And if she’d been born in a different time altogether or a different country, she could have been jailed or put to death simply because of who she loves.

My mother spent a lifetime living with a very challenging mental illness. Even taking medication (which helped a lot), she still struggled from time to time. But because mental illness wasn’t part of the national health conversation, she almost never spoke about it. I wish she hadn’t been so embarrassed and ashamed because understanding more about it would have helped me. Things are changing.

The new, higher vibrating, energy is ushering all sorts of collective darkness and pain up into the light where it can be healed. Yes, right now things feel more like a toddler having a tantrum – because when you shine light on people’s shadows their wounded inner children come out in droves looking to be seen, validated, and loved. We’re still mid-process.

As we move through the muck and discover how to open our hearts, we’ll each see more synchronicity, abundance, and grace in our lives and will develop more compassion for ourselves and those around us.

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