It’s just a campfire pit. It’s just a space to cook out weiners. It’s just a pile of rocks to throw twigs and firewood into, nothing to get excited about.
No, it’s much more. I can still smell the smoke floating through the night sky, “Smoke follows beauty!” my father would say as I coughed and scrunched up my nose at the intrusion. Our small tent would be set up nearby with the sleeping backs all nestled together. Some nights I’d lay in the tent listening to my father and mother talking around the camp fire about nature, about summer plans and dreams. Before long, I’d crawl out of that sleeping bag and sit between them both with my cup of hot chocolate staring into the fire, hoping to see a glimpse of my fate within those flames. There I learned how to make toast on a metal clothes hanger, how to make coffee on the embers and I learned that my father would always be my protector.
One particular evening that I shall never forget, my father was telling me the story of the “Wampus Cat.” This mythical creature lived deep in the woods and would only come out at night pouncing on unsuspecting campfire dwellers. With each word, I could feel myself tense, I pulled my sleeping back around my shoulders like a long cape in case I was in need of sudden flight. My father, sitting directly opposite me, held his steaming cup of coffee in his hands, and even in the night sky his eyes still showed a glimmer of mischievousness. “Dad, I’m too old to believe in Wampus Cats!” I would chant nervously. With that declaration, I began to inch closer to my daddy, trailing the sleeping bag dragging the ground. Each step I took, the rustle beneath me grew louder, until I was sure that old Wampus Cat was sneaking up behind me! I flew across the rustling leaves in a panic and landed in my fathers arm, spilled coffee and all. For I new that if I could only make it to his arms, I would be forever safe.
Funny, now that I am grown, I’ve found my strength and safety in myself and my higher power, but oh how I miss that magical feeling of my fathers protection. That believe, that this unconditional protection, the magical arms of security didn’t live in my logical state, it lived in my soul essence preparing me for the journey. It was the faith that would move mountains.
Do you believe in a faith that can move a mountain? If you do not, then the universe will set hurdles in front of you until you haven’t the energy for faith. If you are laying in your beds, without sheets to make you feel at home, looking out the window with clouds of confusion and winds of numbness, sitting by in suspense waiting on life to happen, understand that tis only your inner guidance that can set you free. If you do not understand how to get started recognizing your own inner guidance know this. It only takes intention to begin your process, pretend that you can hear the guidance and it will come. Ask yourself the questions that you need to know and write down the words that first come to mind, not questioning yourself if it is from you or your inner guidance. It will be true and will guide you to where you need to be. Ask your questions to your higher self, only of the light, the voice that will never harm you or ask you to harm yourself.
Begin to forgive yourself, transform yourself from the person that others has labeled you as, and emerge the person that you WANT to be!
Sit at your campfire, listen to the sounds around you and wait for your sign. You will see a small little animal peering from within the woods, it is your promise.
No, it’s much more. I can still smell the smoke floating through the night sky, “Smoke follows beauty!” my father would say as I coughed and scrunched up my nose at the intrusion. Our small tent would be set up nearby with the sleeping backs all nestled together. Some nights I’d lay in the tent listening to my father and mother talking around the camp fire about nature, about summer plans and dreams. Before long, I’d crawl out of that sleeping bag and sit between them both with my cup of hot chocolate staring into the fire, hoping to see a glimpse of my fate within those flames. There I learned how to make toast on a metal clothes hanger, how to make coffee on the embers and I learned that my father would always be my protector.
One particular evening that I shall never forget, my father was telling me the story of the “Wampus Cat.” This mythical creature lived deep in the woods and would only come out at night pouncing on unsuspecting campfire dwellers. With each word, I could feel myself tense, I pulled my sleeping back around my shoulders like a long cape in case I was in need of sudden flight. My father, sitting directly opposite me, held his steaming cup of coffee in his hands, and even in the night sky his eyes still showed a glimmer of mischievousness. “Dad, I’m too old to believe in Wampus Cats!” I would chant nervously. With that declaration, I began to inch closer to my daddy, trailing the sleeping bag dragging the ground. Each step I took, the rustle beneath me grew louder, until I was sure that old Wampus Cat was sneaking up behind me! I flew across the rustling leaves in a panic and landed in my fathers arm, spilled coffee and all. For I new that if I could only make it to his arms, I would be forever safe.
Funny, now that I am grown, I’ve found my strength and safety in myself and my higher power, but oh how I miss that magical feeling of my fathers protection. That believe, that this unconditional protection, the magical arms of security didn’t live in my logical state, it lived in my soul essence preparing me for the journey. It was the faith that would move mountains.
Do you believe in a faith that can move a mountain? If you do not, then the universe will set hurdles in front of you until you haven’t the energy for faith. If you are laying in your beds, without sheets to make you feel at home, looking out the window with clouds of confusion and winds of numbness, sitting by in suspense waiting on life to happen, understand that tis only your inner guidance that can set you free. If you do not understand how to get started recognizing your own inner guidance know this. It only takes intention to begin your process, pretend that you can hear the guidance and it will come. Ask yourself the questions that you need to know and write down the words that first come to mind, not questioning yourself if it is from you or your inner guidance. It will be true and will guide you to where you need to be. Ask your questions to your higher self, only of the light, the voice that will never harm you or ask you to harm yourself.
Begin to forgive yourself, transform yourself from the person that others has labeled you as, and emerge the person that you WANT to be!
Sit at your campfire, listen to the sounds around you and wait for your sign. You will see a small little animal peering from within the woods, it is your promise.
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