A Spark In Her Eyes

This story came for a client who was trying to work through her fear. While I don't include her name, I post it with her permission, as these stories are both universal and deeply personal.

Once there was a girl with a spark in her eyes and a leap in her steps. It was this girl who knew things deep in her heart that not everyone knew. They were spectacular things, and they were little things. But they were things that no one around her spoke about. This made her quiet inside.

Because the noise around her was so great compared to this quiet, she brought the quiet with her when she went out into the world. In especially loud groups or gatherings, she sat with a serene inside, watching the noise, wondering what it was all about. It scared her at times because she sometimes observed a kind of dishonesty in the way people related, and she wondered how this could be true, given what she knew inside. At those times, she began to question the truth of what she knew.

There were a few people around her who sensed her vulnerability and intentionally began to hurt her, and this further eroded her trust in what she knew. It was a terrible time for her, as her connection to the truth inside her seemed to grow distant, like yesterday's dream.

It was years and years and years later that she began to reflect back on her life, including her childhood, and realized that she had lost her way. In fact she wondered if somewhere she had lost the very key to her life and to her happiness.

So she set about to retrieve it. She read all kinds of books that told her things about how to find happiness. And again, the words rang in her ears like the noise of the world that she had grown accustomed to, but never liked. She spoke with others who seemed happy and had things to say to her about finding happiness, but still, it was just more noise. It all just felt like a big loud circus.

Then one day, in the middle of her life, she met an elderly man who was ready to cross over to the other side. As someone charged with his care, and also sensitive to his soul, she knew exactly where he was going, and how it would be for him. She did what she could to love him while he was still here, and tenderly provide for him what he needed. Her loving care and attention made it less frightening for him, and he felt less alone. It was a great service.

In that connection with the elderly man, something grew in the heart of the woman. It was the spark of the ancient knowing that had been with her all along, but she had forgotten how to trust it, and so had forgotten how to hear it. When she began to trust this deep knowing, she began to listen to what it said about her life and how she could move through her life with more ease and delight. And --because the Universe is designed for this very turn of events in the human heart--as her listening increased, her knowing became even stronger and more clear.

And so it went, the dance between listening and knowing and doing, until the spark that she had known at such a young age began to glow again.

Once her glow had returned, of course it was not long before the leap in her step returned, and this leap was the dance of all of creation dancing in celebration of this woman, her life, and her connection to her true Self.