We are all orphans-- Part 2
Sometimes orphans' stories have happy endings? And maybe *that* is the point? For myself and possibly for the world somehow?
Listen, I’m still not sure I completely understand what is happening with this orphan card business, but there is a certain peace and a certain insight that seems to be distilling upon my soul, and there are synchronicities abounding at the moment, in a way that is quite… remarkable?
For anyone just tuning in, yesterday I posted about how, for the second time, I sat with my officemates to pull an archetype card from the deck we all went in on together and ended up pulling this card again:
Yesterday I shared this and asked if anyone had any insights as to what pulling this card in relation to wanting to expand into greater abundance means (still interested in any insights for anyone who is so inclined), and Wendy S. shared the most beautiful comment:
How strangely beautiful that a manifestation for abundance is answered with The Orphan. Besides a rather obvious reminder to address unfinished business from child/orphan you, perhaps there is a poignant lesson in approaching abundance from the perspective of an orphan. Three of my children were adopted as literal orphans, residing in literal orphanages until I brought them home. Adoption brought abundance beyond their toddler/preschooler comprehension--abundant medical care, abundant food, abundant warmth, clean water, education, and so very much abundant love. But initially it felt like a strange woman who spoke another language and smelled different and looked different showed up and kidnapped them. It looked and felt like trauma upon compounded trauma. I would have given just about anything if I could have made them see how much love and goodness was coming into their lives; given anything to relieve the fear and pain and grief of that transition time. Of course, even if I could have given them a glimpse of how their lives were changing for the better (all three were part of a culture that had extremely limited opportunities for orphans, even aside from the limited healthcare, malnutrition, and abuse/neglect they suffered), it would have been beyond the capacity of a 2-3 year old to understand.
Which is all to say that sometimes when I'm in a period of intense transition and it feels like the rug has been pulled out from me and my whole world is shifting, I wonder if God/The Universe/whatever Higher Power is up there going, "ah, but if you only understood the opportunities and gifts that are right around the corner. What feels like pain and loss and grief right now is going to be overshadowed by love and joy and goodness. Just hang on; just give it a chance."
Orphans are a popular character in children's literature--a topic for another day. But the fact that they are orphans is just the beginning of the story. The adventure, and the happy ending, is everything that comes after. It sounds like you are on the cusp of an extraordinary story.
I can’t tell you how powerful this comment was!
It’s funny because while I understand some of the connections and ideas cognitively to some degree, I think there is very much a subconscious thing happening here where I am understanding something on an energetic level that I can’t actually put into words.
Then today I had my first ever meeting with a local writing group I’m starting, and without going into any detail (because I only have five minutes left to post! Shit!) I will just say that the Universe was pulling out ALL the stops in terms of lining things up perfectly, with tons of hilarious signals (numeric, topically, etc) and with another card read from another tarot deck (that my new from Maddi just “happened” to put into her bag) that somehow dovetailed perfectly with the powerful inner child work I was doing yesterday in response to the Orphan card.
A thing is happening friends.
A thing is happening and I don’t understand it but it fills me with hope.
A thing is happening in response to this weird impulse I had to post here for 30 days in a row, which I have now done successfully for nine days straight and counting.
A powerful, beautiful thing.
Pressing “publish” now before I miss the window of this day!
