I couldn’t see the spirit, but the moment that I stopped and tuned into their energy I felt absolute love and support. I could feel my heart open in the most beautiful and gentle way. “You are loved” washed over me. I felt wildly grateful for the message and the feeling of unconditional love from the other side of the veil.

A cool breeze flowed through the open windows and doors and across our bodies as we both sat creating. I immediately popped out of the creative space and raised my arms to feel the breeze flowing across my body. I smiled at him across the table and he winked back. I was creating more than a blog post, I was creating my life just the way that I wanted it.

You see, sometimes in a past life we say things like ‘never will I ever love again’ and then we carry that into our next lives. Sometimes, we come back to heal from something that happened in another life. As we heal that trauma or that experience it allows us to learn and grow and expand.

Earlier that day while walking with a client we saw a shell of an insect. I stood in the hot mid-day sun looking at the shell of the insect and thinking about why this was crossing my path. I didn’t have to guess what the message was, the message was so clear that it felt like a neon blinking sign.

I started asking a couple of questions and each of them was met with a level of fear and alarm. I simply wanted to understand what was happening in my body. I wasn’t worried about it. It wasn’t a problem. I didn’t have fear. Her reaction blew my mind. I couldn’t imagine living in a fear based place like that. Doesn't everyone want to know what is happening inside of themselves? Maybe not? Maybe people only ask questions when they are scared and her response was a reaction to that pattern.

For me, my body is the best divination tool that I will ever own. For me, I view my body as a teacher, a mentor, a spirit guide. So, when it talks to me I try to sit with it. I try to understand what it is saying to me.

I had been doing spiritual coaching with her for a month. We had looked at patterns, behaviors and thoughts that she wanted to shift or change. Her diagnosis of cancer created an internal need for her to look at herself and work on healing.

The boys were tucked in bed and I started cleaning up the kitchen. The music was playing lightly from a speaker hanging from the kitchen cupboard. My bare feet moved easily and gently over the hardwood floor as my body moved with the music.

We were talking about dreams. I had asked him to tell me about a dream of his and he had told me the most beautiful dream of his life. I closed my eyes part way through him telling it so I could feel his story in my heart, and man did it feel amazing.

He didn’t need to be bad or wrong. I didn’t need to talk shit about him to all of my friends. I didn’t need to paint him in a bad light. It came down to a simple fact, “I can’t love you the way you want to be loved and you can’t love me the way that I want to be loved.