We woke up to an icy morning after alot of rain overnight and thunderstorms.  I took some photos at lunch time-this one I added the new “light trails”effect in Picmonkey.

Rest of photos on Facebook.

I recently had a deep conversation with a friend. I love deep thinkers. Thinking outside things that sometimes don’t make sense, but in actuality it may be our soul trying, sometimes begging, to tell us.

As she shared her fascinating and intriguing story, my heart leapt back to a memory a few years ago. I don’t recall if I’ve shared this on my blog or not, so forgive me if I have.  But when I realized I wanted to write my book Through Frankie’s Eyes I felt myself struggling to begin. Something was holding me back. It was odd, because I really wanted to write the story, but there was just something tugging on my heart.

After talking with a friend she referred me to her friend who is a holistic healer.  Interestingly enough (though I call it synchronicity) I had met this same woman years ago at a writing conference. We would then meet again as I helped her with questions for writing her own children’s book. Now her name popped up yet again as someone who could maybe help unblock what was holding me back.

I really had no idea what to expect as I made the hour drive to see her. I was a bit nervous, but I was also open.

After talking for a little bit she then had me lie on a massage table. She put her hand on my heart and a hand cupped on my left ear. She then guided me into a meditation. I felt myself fighting the process at first, wondering how in the world this was going to help me.

Soon enough though I decided I wanted to trust the process because I really wanted the help. As she guided me into the meditation she had me pick a favorite spot I love to be. I told her I was on the deck of our house. It was summer. I could see my writing cottage and all the pretty flowers by the  front door. I then moved down into the little garden that is a few feet off the steps of our deck.

She said, “Is anyone else with you?”

I said, “Yes.”

“Who is it?”

“I’m afraid to say.”

“Is it an angel?”

“No.”

“I see only feet and they have sandals on.”

“It’s okay. You can share who it is.”

I was hesitant and questioning if this was who I was really seeing- was it real?

Finally I said, “I see God.”

Though I didn’t see a face. For me I take that as my wondering if God is male or female or just is. I don’t really know the answer to that.

I felt safe in that place with my God.  She continued the questions asking what my fears were.

It suddenly rose up in me and I felt myself ready to burst out crying. I knew the answer. Again, I was afraid to say. Afraid if I did, it would come true.

But I finally said the words I didn’t want to speak out loud, “I’m afraid if I write this book, Frankie will die.”

My heart was beating so fast the minute I said it and put it out there, while at the same time I felt this huge relief.

It came flooding back  again as my friend was sharing with me what her soul may be trying to tell her.  I didn’t want to begin the book about my life with Frankie because I truly believed my soul knew she would leave shortly after I finished the manuscript. I somehow let myself believe that if I didn’t begin, I could keep her with me forever.

As most of you know, she is with me in a new way– and a way in which I’ve evolved even further into my spiritual belief’s. She knew exactly the right time to move on and she knew when she did we would always be connected.

I’m so glad my friend helped remind me of this powerful experience I had years ago, because as I reflect on it today I find a great peace with it. It is also a reminder, I think, to listen to our heart… listen to our soul. Listen very deeply as the answers truly do lie there.

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On this weeks Joyful Paws Blog Tour I’m featured on Linda Hoye’s blog,  A Slice of  Life Writing. I invite you to stop by and check out my guest post, “Trust the Writing Process – Trust Your Writing Process.”