Universal Winks

I was raised under Catholicism.

I wouldn’t say I was raised ‘in the church’ but rather I was raised to understand the rules of the catholic religion and your duties as clergy to follow said rules.

In my childhood home we were inconsistent with praying before meals and we didn’t make mass every Sunday. But we did thank God for the things we had.

Not only did my mom teach me the gift of gratitude she was also a large believer in ‘signs’. For her, the signs came from God. For me, the signs come from the Universe. We still call each other whenever we have a ‘sign’ and it’s one of the most valuable aspects of our relationship.

As I’ve started to settle into my 30’s, I’ve noticed this deeper spiritual desire. I will admit, I’ve always been a woo woo girly but had a lot of shadow around it in my 20’s. That I could only be this specific type of woo woo girly — to fit an expectation for others. I used to repel away from the word God, I used to cast judgement on this who so fully embodied the meaning.

But now I’m more settled. In my age. In myself. I have a few more life chapters under my belt. I’ve bumped my ass a lot more down the road of life. I’ve asked for more help and have met some truly magical people, who believe differently than me.

Now it feels easy, to be a fully enriched woo woo girly. It feels easy to openly talk about the signs and let the energetics of this odd world we live in, to run through me. It feels easy to exchange Universe for God or Mother Nature or source.

It feels easy to support others in whatever they believe in. To love others regardless of what they believe in. It feels easier to trust that I do not have to know, that I can be lead.

Something about those universal winks lately, feeling like a warm hug. Something about seeing those signs, the signs from whomever you believe in.