The maze is your labyrinth

On the day before Gretel journeyed down to earth again and birthed in her mama’s belly, her spiritual angel reminded her about the purpose of Living on Earth.

Remember, Gretel, in the deep recesses of your heart WHY you’re choosing this human incarnation.

You’re diving into a world of seeming duality: the good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful.

Your helpful mind will draw lines to determine what’s right, how you want to live your life.

Your loving heart will attempt to navigate in a good way.

Your sweet body will listen to mind and heart and reflect your path back to you.

You will seemingly lose your way.

You will weep, rage, stagnate, not know, spin, sorrow, grieve.

You will try to fix what seems to be wrong.

You will most probably feel alone and abandoned and oh-so confused.

Sweetheart, I want you to remember this.

Earth is a school where you meet it all. You bring it in–like food–the best you can, with the awareness you have in any moment. And your awareness is not your fault.

Clouds of thought and emotion and sensation will block the pureness you feel here in the beyond. Like mischievous tricksters they send you into a maze circling ’round and ’round. That maze is actually your labyrinth. Walk it, sweet one.

Feel what hurts without letting your pain define you.

Tell your story without forgetting the truth of what exists now.

Honor your body without believing it defines you.

And when you define and forget and believe–which you most likely will–follow the bread crumbs back to the present moment where it’s possible to remember.

When you’re lost in the forest of it’s-just-not-fair and hope seems lost in the endless maze TRUST that your path opens before you. You’ve never been lost. You’re the heroine of your fairy tale. There’s something bigger than your fairy tale burning away in your cottage in the woods.

Hansel and the witch and your father and evil stepmother–they’re all aspects of YOU. You are more than Gretel, more than the breadcrumbs, more than the Brothers Grimm, more than your readers with sweaty palms waiting with baited breath to see what happens next.

Without your birth, dear one, no fairy tale exists to repel and inspire us. We NEED the story to remind us of the fullness of life. We honor your birth with tears and joy on this Easter weekend because. Just because–what you experience is not a mistake. You complete us, in only ways you will someday once again understand.

I sprinkle this potion into your heart so that some part of you remembers when times get tough. Until we meet again…