Pretty hard to believe that we’re over 2 weeks into 2010, eh?
Or, let me rephrase that: ghah!!! (In the plus column, Merc Retro is OVER and He was very kind to me this year - thanks, dude.)
Oh, who am I kidding - I’m having a blast. Walked through “the terror barrier” on a number of fronts just after the New Year, both in my business and out of it (life and writing, y’alls) and have emerged stronger, more confident and more joyful for it…. which is exactly what’s supposed to happen when you walk through the terror barrier. Whee!
On a less cryptic note, was “out of the office” coaching for an entire week, plus or minus some travel. That’s me in the picture with one of my favorite clients, Joanna Powell Colbert of The Gaian Tarot, in the backyard of her positively luscious backyard garden in Bellingham, Washington. Things will be a little squished for a couple more weeks, then will settle back down into my normal writing-coaching-chillaxing routine. Thank goodness.
I must confess that I enjoyed the heck out of all the “end-of-year” intentionality posts and exercises. You know the ones: goal setting, visioning, choosing a theme for the year, et cetera. (Miss all the fun on that? We’re only 2 weeks into the year, so there’s still time. Here are a few of my favorites.) And, the conscious creator that I am, I did all of those things…
… but this post isn’t about the results of all that, because, believe it or not, I tend to keep works-in-progress close to the vest. And this year is a work-in-progress. 
That said, the theme of these past couple of weeks has been: trust.
Trust is a very misunderstood part of the manifestation process - that is, getting what you want. Simply the desire to manifest something means that said thing is, by definition, not here yet. That means you have to believe very strongly in something you can’t see… yet.
Trust.
“Trust who?” you might ask. Simple. First, trust the Divine, whoever or whatever that energy may be for you. Second, trust yourself.
Trust is a resource, an energy that you can draw on. I’m starting to think of it like fuel, of sorts, though I know that’s not quite right. Or maybe it is. Because when you’re hooked into the Divine like that, it’s a well that never runs dry. And when you trust yourself fully, you can act freely, without fear.
One of my beliefs is, “I can’t make a wrong move. It’s not possible to make a mistake.” It may sound like hubris on the surface, maybe, if it hits you in a certain way, but it’s not. It’s an offshoot of another belief, which is: “Everything is just perfect, right now.”
It’s really about trust.
I recently reached out to my high priestess (or HPs, in Wiccan abbreviation parlance) and said, “You know what? It’s time for the next level.” (I won’t bore y’alls with the degree system of traditional witchcraft; those are details you need not worry about. Suffice to say that it’s the next step along the path.)
It’s been a long time coming, but really, not a moment too soon. One of the things that tipped me off to a ready-ness is the fact that I walk around with the Goddess’ voice in my ears these days. I’m talking ALL the time.
“Trust me,” She says, my heart rattling in its cage as I dial the telephone. “Trust me.”
“Trust me,” She says, as I sit quaking in my platform shoes in my hotel room, when I know I shouldn’t be, but…
“Trust me,” She says, as I stare at the blank page and the pen in my hand, my head full of packed white cotton, a word or two tucked among the folds somewhere but I’ll be damned if I can find them.
“You must trust yourself,” says one of my mentors, a channel in her own right. “To be resourceful, that you are powerful.”
“Trust me,” She says, when the stones swirl in my stomach and I break out in sweats.
“Trust me,” She says… “and you.”
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