Help comes in many forms.
Often it comes from beloved family and friends and the other than human world.
We can also call on the assistance of forces unseen but deeply felt in our hearts and bodies such as God,
Angels,
Or a higher power.
Regardless it seems to be easier to access when we ask with earnestness and humility.
For me,
It usually takes my willingness to let go of my desire to have everything wrapped in a tidy package,
I.
E.
Letting go of control,
To really open to the support I'm seeking.
It means truly surrendering myself to the greater care of something I can never quite name,
But which I feel pulsing through my entire being when I allow myself to get quiet enough.
Always gratitude helps me realign with the deep knowing that I'm supported and cared for in more ways than I can possibly imagine.
I hope this invocation offers you the same.
As you listen to the following words,
I invite you to breathe them in as if they're coming from deep inside your own heart.
And when there is a pause,
To take a slow,
Full breath,
Allowing them to sink in even more deeply.
This is an opportunity to take a break,
Even for a few moments,
And rest in the peace which lies deep within.
Feeling the ancestors,
If you had any,
Put away your doubts now.
Tell them to pack their bags and go,
And open the door of your heart to the long line of radiant ancestors weaving their feet in a slow,
Steady dance,
Calling you back to your deepest roots.
Greet them with your sweet and humble heart and an offering of tobacco or herbs,
Or simply your open hands,
Knowing they are here for you,
With you,
Because of you.
All you have to do is say,
Yes,
Yes,
I see you.
Yes,
I feel you.
Yes,
I need you.
Let them speak in their low tones,
Their singing whispers,
Their fierce and loving calls through time and space from beyond the grave to your heart,
To the quiet place inside of you that remembers.
They offer you their calloused hands,
Their tender words,
Their untold stories to call you home again and again.
Let yourself be loved.
Wash away the residue of any words you believed other than your beauty and perfection.
Allow the doubts to fall away,
Dissolving like old leaves in the wet earth,
Compost for the seed of certainty planted long ago,
Coming now to fruition.
Let them speak in their low tones,
Their tender words,
Their utter words,
Their utter words,
Their utter words.
Let them speak in their low tones,
Their tender words,
Their utter words,
Their utter words,
