The Storm…

The Storm…

As I write this the wind is howling around the Corner House, and sleet is pounding at the windows. I can even hear the waves lashing in the bay. It is probably the worst storm we have experienced since we moved here. Although we were expecting some bad weather, the strength of this storm was unpredicted. I feel partly responsible.

You see something happened to me around 3am this morning, just before the wind blew the bedroom window shut. “It” has been brewing for a while. Certainly, for the last few days, possibly or the last few months. “It” feels huge. If you cannot cope with “woo-woo” …look away now.

A few weeks ago, one of my coaching clients said to me that she loved our sessions because she always “remembered where her feet were”. At the time I was a bit miffed. As a coach, I want to help people soar to new heights, aspire to great things…or do I?

My latest editing job is another book collaboration with my friend Leanne Macdonald.

Stories from by 20+ Everyday Goddesses from all over the world, sharing their wisdom to help you live a life with more love, self-acceptance, trust and purpose.

Reading and editing the stories over the last couple of weeks has been a joyous privilege. Learning their voices, hearing the struggles they have overcome. Amazing.

As some of you will know, my own spiritual “awakening” was just four years ago, at the age of 58. A little late. It led to a complete change of career (which is still evolving), a 250-mile relocation and a “knowing” that everything would be ok, something I don’t think I had felt for a very long time. But for a while now it has all seemed a little “safe”.

Although what we did seemed vast at the time, we have settled into a comfortable, quiet existence. Even Lockdown has not drastically affected us. We have no school-age kids. Although Zoe is facing some challenges, she is resilient and will be fine. My mum is well and still working at the age of 86.

Although we do not have a lot of money we are on an even keel with no mortgage. My husband, Nigel, is a rock. We are grounded. But I have started to feel a bit boring too.

Last night the Everyday Goddesses met up on a Clubhouse call (a new social media platform, audio only). We were talking about “letting go” of stuff.

Leanne asked if anyone else wanted to speak. If anyone else had let something go. In that very instant I felt something hit me in the middle of my chest. It knocked the breath out of me, and I felt tearful. I wanted to speak, but simply was not able to. I held my breath until the call ended.

When I got into bed about 2 hours later, I could not sleep. I felt unsettled, restless, uncomfortable. I was thinking about the conversation, my chapter in the book, wondering where I fit in with all those amazing women. Around 2 am the storm started blowing, rattling the blinds, sleet hitting the window.

Just after 3am the wind blew our bedroom window shut with a huge bang. And there it was. Laid out in front of me.

I am a spiritual anchor. My feet are planted firmly in the ground, I am rooted. And the gossamer threads I weave come from the same ground and they are so strong, so unbreakable that people recognise that in me. There is much magic in me. It has just taken me a little longer to truly see that this is my purpose.

This picture is where I live. This is Morecambe Bay. It was not where we thought we would end up living. But it is a magical place. Surrounded by hills and mountains, its ever-changing sands and the deep water that ebbs and flows so dramatically is part of me now. We are inextricably linked.

The wind howling feels like part of this moment, as if the elements are caught up with me. I feel at one with this storm. It will not knock me off my feet.

I am the storm.

Meanwhile…my husband, thanks to Leanne, was singing a sea shanty as he left for work (don’t ask!)

…see? I am grounded. All the way.

If you want to know more about the Everyday Goddess Revolution and our book launch on International Womens Day – 8th March you can join our Facebook group here

https://www.facebook.com/groups/2777342462509747

The image is by a photographer called Mark Rushton. He takes gorgeous pictures of the bay, some of which adorn the walls of The Corner House.

His page “Images from a Delusional Mind” is here:

https://www.facebook.com/Mark.Rushton.Delusional.Images

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