has come through the cracks in my life and caught me, many times, like a giant golden net, or silver spider’s web, saving me in the nick of time. Always when I have least expected it. Often in such startling ways that I was left wondering if I may have imagined it all, somehow.
In Philadelphia, one dark night, alone in an even darker bar, a big and tall woman entered wearing many colored scarves and a golden turban and walked directly up to me. She acted as if she knew me. She didn’t waste any time talking about trivial things. It felt that she had been sent in that moment, with a simple and clear mission. She told me her secret code that she whispered out into the night, when she needed to know she was being listened to, when she needed to call upon the winds of change to blow through. And suddenly, I could feel it, swirling around like a sea in my blood and blowing around the arms of the trees, an Ocean of invitation in the twilight. Shaking. Rattling. Coaxing.
Change is here–
It is everywhere,
and in the bones
That is what she told me, anyway. And I knew it was true.
I knew it by the way her bright jewels of eyes looked
out at me
from the dark Moon of her face,
and by the way she twirled
around three times,
chanting symbols and strange words,
her skirts furling out and up like boat sails~
carrying her off on the wind that had brought her in.
And just like that, she was gone.
I was forever changed in a moment, my trajectory altered, my Wild Heart reminded to stay true, to stay true. These were some of my darkest days, and, yet, I was surrounded by so much Light that I could not see, or comprehend at that time. It was only until many years later, after forgetting this woman completely, along with her magic spell, that she appeared to me from out of no where, in my own Mind’s eye, once again. I understood the gift of her wisdom then, as if I was an Eagle perched way up high in a Redwood tree, watching the entire scene unfold before me for the second time, this time with eyes that could see. I had learned to have Night Vision by then.
The way in which we touch each others lives goes far deeper than the mind can ever know. Only the Wild Heart knows these things, and holds them close, in secret, till just the right moment, when it is time to once again, save you.
This memory, this stranger’s kindness, has now come to me again, threefold, as I step toward the turning of the summer to fall, and toward emerald green water whispers of change that are cascading into my life with such force, I am losing my footing. I remembered her today~ Keep your Eyes wide open, the world is magical and beautiful, even when you find yourself to be lost. Lie on your back on the grass, watch the sky, bathe in the beauty, feel the support of the Earth, and pay attention for the kindness of strangers as the fairy tale continues to weave.