There is a huge misunderstanding when it comes to the meaning of a soulmate. Many feel that a soulmate is only about the perfect romantic partner. Not so.
They can be an animal, a person, a family member, they can be your worst enemy, or your very best friend. They can show up for a few moments or last a lifetime. Here’s the story of one of my soulmates from my early teens. One afternoon I got on a bus heading uptown from the 33rd St. Path station to my Grandma Grace’s apartment. There were several empty seats on the bus, but I choose to sit down next to “a little old lady”. She looked older than my grandma with her fragile body and very white hair. To this teenage girl, she looked to be 100. Now that I’m older, I’m guessing she was probably only 5-10 yrs. older than my grandmother. I wasn’t one to sit down next to a stranger unless I had to, but for some reason I decided to sit right next to this elderly woman, who I like to call Rose. We were sitting behind the bus driver on one of those string of seats that face the center of the bus. There were a few people sitting across from us, but I didn’t make eye contact with anyone except for maybe a passing glance or smile. After a few stops Rose was still sitting next to me and I still had a ways to go before my stop. Then out of the blue she turns her head to look at me and says, “You have the most beautiful posture”. I looked at Rose with surprise and some bewilderment but politely answered back, “Thank you.” Moments later she was up and on her way off the bus. I remember sitting there amazed, proud, and filled with such love for this woman. But, it wasn’t until many years later that I realized what a magnificent gift of the heart Rose had given me. I’m guessing she didn’t know either, at least not from this earthly plane. Now Rose, like my grandma Grace, is long gone. But ever since that day on the bus I remember her with such love every time I feel myself starting to slouch or realize (OMG!) I’m totally hunched over. I immediately sit up straight and whisper. “Thank you Rose”. Rose had a job to come, stay for a few moments, then be gone. But what she left in me will stay with forever. This one small woman gave me a great sense of pride in myself, to keep my heart open and lifted. To believe in the love that my heart holds. That’s what good posture does. I think of her often and aways with a smile. Rose was one of my soulmates. Soulmates come into our lives to teach us, make demands that give us strength, raise our vibration, and feed our soul. They aren’t always kind to us, but they all love us on a soul level. We fight some and embrace others. But in some way, big or small, they make us better. Our part is to listen and except their challenges with love so our soul can grow. Namaste, Stephanie
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In my early years growing up in Houston Texas, sometime between the ages of 5 and 6, I gravitated to a part of the backyard that was not in the path of my family’s daily living.
Opposite the driveway was a narrow strip of the side-yard that had a high (all relative to little me) brick wall with a wooden gate leading to the front yard. On one side of this strip of yard was the screened-in porch that was accessed from the living room as well as a large patio. On the other side of this strip was a chain-link fence that bordered our neighbor. Growing up the fence was wisteria. Oh, how I loved that wisteria! The fragrant purple flowers hanging over my head like a jungle canopy, the twisting vines dense with green and brown filling up all the holes in the fence to the point it created my own little cave. I never even minded the bees buzzing over my head, nor did I ever get stung. I would sit there for hours on end talking to who ever would listen. The wood fairies, tree elves, nature spirits and other spirits of all kinds. I didn’t consider this to be strange at all, but certainly didn’t want anyone to know because this was my place to be with me and to visit with my invisible friends. At some point I brought out my little metal gray and red folding table and matching chair so I could sit and “work” on creative projects, talk and not be bothered by anyone. Sometimes I came across a dead grass-hopper or other such creature and carefully buried them in my nearby graveyard that was between the back of the porch and the brick wall. Nothing much could grow there because of the deep shade, but the dirt was soft and pliable. I would speak to the nature spirits asking for them to take care of this little thing. I think a kitten or 2 may have been buried back there as well, but don’t remember for sure. I just felt that is was the ideal place to put everything that had once lived. Now who would have ever known what this special place could mean to me now, so many years later? Well, as I grew to be an adult, it became clear to me that taking care of myself was about survival, mentally, physically and emotionally. I did this by honoring the time needed in a quiet space, connect with source by looking inward, and understanding the important role nature has in my well being. This certainly doesn’t just apply to me, it is the same for all humans. I can only suggest to you, no matter how busy you are, to take a few moments daily to sit, listen to the sounds of nature with your eyes closed and feel the energy that connects use all. We are all connected. Once this is realized, peace will happen. Namaste’ Stephanie angels, animal communication, balance, being present, energy, garden, intuition, meditation, nature, nature spirits, quiet space, spirit guides, spirits, spiritual, spiritual growth |
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