Mother Medium

One full day,

I woke up to my alarm at 5:55am. I got in the habit of waking up before everyone else and starting my spiritual practice but I let the colder mornings, the warmth of the bed and my mood knock me out of that. So for now, 5:55am is a step closer to my more regular 4:44am.

On this morning, I woke in our guest room. My yoga mat, already unrolled invited me into my sunrise practice. There’s minimal furniture in this room. A dresser, an IKEA twin bed, a storage container with blankets in it. I observed the monastery-like-ness of this room. Sometimes my soul needs more- like when I’m inspired by all the resources in my studio. These times, less is best.

I rolled out of bed. On to my mat, and prayed, giving thanks for my life. I looked out the window and bowed to Akasha: the etheric field that loves recognition. It is there, in the in-between and unseen where the Akashic records are held. I bowed into child’s pose. Rolled out my shoulders, my neck. I honored my sore body as I shifted to and from each pose. When I felt relieved of my sleep I settled with my legs crossed and started meditating. Palms up. Hands resting on my thighs.

I love Tuesdays because I get to offer readings at our local crystal shop. On these days, it’s imperative that I meditate to clear my energy fully so there is no barrier between my thoughts and the messages I am to deliver. After those sweet sweet minutes of meditation, I put my robe on(robes are like parents’ capes) and headed downstairs and into the day.

I slept in the spare room because Bobby hadn’t been feeling well and as we gathered information about his symptoms he recuperated in the Master Bedroom. He texted me around this time to say he still wasn’t feeling good. Which worried me at that moment. In hindsight, every day we’re closer to understanding why he started feeling yucky in the first place.

I made breakfast, packed lunches, put fresh coffee on the alter for my Grandfather, did the girls’ hair, got Amanu dressed and walked them all to school (+ some of our neighborhood kids too). I’m trying to remember the details of this but it’s a blur! Returning home from school drop off I checked the time, and took our pup, Happy on her morning walk. We took the trails to a small park with more trails but through dense woods. This park is a beacon for me because I remember being in Los Angeles, looking at the neighborhood on Google maps, excited at the possibility of having it so close by.

The day before I got turned around in that small park, but followed the deer tracks back to a clearing. This time, the first Spirit of the day visited me there. I took my shoes off and did another meditative part of my pre-reading ritual. It doesn’t usually involve my feet on the bare ground but maybe it should. It. Was. Glorious.

At the time, I thought I had two readings on the books at The Shop, so it made sense that this Spirit came early, eager to communicate with their relative. I listened to the wind in the trees for a little bit. Listened for messages that come with a still mind. When I felt ready I put my shoes back on and noticed the deer tracks back to the path and back home. I call those the Ancestral Woods now.

In the stillness, I was reminded of the hints I’d been getting about Archangel Gabriel. On my first week giving readings in The Shop I randomly felt and said the name “Gabriel” out loud. On the second week, I was speaking on my journey to my spiritual gifts (which I’m usually quieter about in public) and an Archangel Gabriel necklace of pearl and clear crystal quartz noisily fell from where it was hanging. Archangel Gabriel is the messenger of God. He/she brought the message to Mary of the conception of Jesus.

In their honor, I wore a string of pearls, white and light blue. I brought our tiny singing bowl (the first of many we’ll own!) its tone aligns with the throat Chakra which further aligns with Archangel Gabriel as the angel of communication and creativity. I gathered my various decks and what I would need for the day. I logically and intuitively chose exactly which tools to bring.

I rode my bike the 2.7 miles to the shop. I felt a little silly biking in a string of pearls until I leaned into it and appreciated the whimsy. I love this commute as it further grounds me before I arrive and cleanses me after I leave. I am so grateful for the trees that surround us!

Coming into The Shop one of the shopkeepers commented on the ghosty energy in The Shop today. It was hot inside, so the second shopkeeper of that day opened the front door. The windchime outside played and I said to myself “So kind of this Spirit to announce their arrival”. As I said before I thought I had two readings scheduled for today. Turns out I was mistaken. I had nothing scheduled. With this news, I walked out the front door and said a prayer inviting in the family member of the Spirit who visited me in the forest to come receive their message.

This visiting Spirit meant business. When my social self wanted to chat with the shop keepers I was told to "‘sit down, center and prepare for who’s coming in!’ As I waited, I shuffled my Tarot cards and pulled the Ten of Pentacles for myself as I turned up my clairvoyance. The Ten of Pentacles can be interpreted as being surrounded by blessings of financial abundance. This made me feel affirmed in the work that I do.

I shared my card with the shop ladies, who both know Tarot well and minutes later a call came into The Shop from a woman looking for a reading.

I spritzed some Palo Santo cleansing spray in the small nook. The door bell chimes, I look up and in walks the connection to the visiting Spirit. This person came in with a very clear question about their purpose. They left having connected with two relatives who had passed on. In this beautiful case, one of the Spirits brought the other. It was an incredible reading that surprised me with its vivid accuracy! It was indescribable watching those Spirits jumping up and down, hugging and rejoicing having successfully conveyed their resonance and unconditional love to their loved one.

Afterwards, I had barely a moment to catch my breath before the person who called looking for a reading approached the nook. I was feeling very tuned in and still clear so I cleared the energy and we went right into it.

From this reading I want to impart something for everyone on a journey. (Aka everyone) Your path is not clear cut. It is not a path that is paved in concrete and lined with hedges like we may have thought. Our path is formed with every action that we take in full alignment with our highest self. If you feel “off track” follow your joy. We work very hard planning our work but we need to work harder on planning our PLAY. Focus less on what you feel you should be doing and more on what you wish you were doing.. and do it. That path leads you to your purpose.

After the second reading (so I did end up having two readings that day) I left The Shop, feeling the psychic fatigue setting in. I pulled my bike out of the giant bush I hid it in and called Bobby on my ride home. I got home and took a shower such is my after-reading ritual.

With minutes to spare, I pulled on some leggings and walked to pick up the kids from school. Echo and Nali had an after-school club so Amanu, Judah and I rode our bikes to the reservoir and fed the (giant) turtles. That special boys/Mom time was so needed. We went to the playground at their school before picking up Nali, Echo and Echo’s BFF. We walked Echo’s BFFs home and the kids badgered me to get ice cream. We didn’t get ice cream. It was dinner time. Buuuuut I did cave and let them have popsicles while I cooked our meal.

Something I like to do but I always fall out of step with is plan for dinners ahead of time, putting weekly menu up so the kids’ can see it and NOT stressing about what nourishing meal I’m going to throw together last minute.. On this night we had blackened salmon, rice, sauteed carrots and zucchini and avocado. Amanu said “this dinner is delicious!” but as expected, when I came into the dinning room he was only eating the rice and later wrapping it in seaweed.

The kids didn’t take an evening bath like they usually do but I surprised myself by loading the dish washer in anticipation of the busy morning. We brushed teeth, read a library book and by 8 the the younger three of our four kids were asleep. I found Judah eating cereal in his room with his giant gamer headphones on watching a nature documentary. I know it goes without saying that I love these kids but I am also totally in awe of the brilliant choices they make when left to themselves.

I accidentally wore a rose quartz bracelet from The Shop, home. A happy accident and I laughed and thanked Bobby for getting me a new bracelet before saying good night. I did some yoga, making sure to scan my body for anything lingering from my day. Then I filled a pot with warm water poured in sea salt and soaked my feet for a few minutes. The final cleanse before hugging Judah and going to bed.