I have been waking up early in the morning with a feeling of dread.  It is that familiar feeling that I am not being supported by the Universe; that life is kicking me out.  I get up!  Make my tea and sit with the feeling until it gives way to other feelings.  I log into my computer to write this blog post and see that a past client is reaching out for support.  A small sign of abundance.  I turn my phone on and my boyfriend is offering to buy my van, Red Raven, now, so that I will have the cash, and I will turn it over to him when I leave.  More abundance.

Maybe the Universe is showing me that I am making the right decision.  It is supporting me in my new direction.  Maybe as I surrender and move in the direction that is unfolding before me, more opportunity and more abundance will come.

My saving grace is to trust in the very thing I feel has abandoned me and let me down.  I have to trust that this higher power; this higher force has a plan for my life that I can’t yet understand.  This is a redirection.  I am being guided into a new life.  I don’t know what that life looks like.  Sometimes I fear the worst.

My reflections go to the homeless man sitting on the street corner with his sign “anything will help,” and I see him through new eyes.  What was his story?  How did he get there?  Any one passing by might assume it was drugs, or alcohol or some catalyst of his own doing.  But what if it was just a series of events so far beyond his control, that he could not break the fall?

In Sedona, it is typical to hear the saying “why did you create this?”  With the law of attraction, there is an assumption that everything we experience in our life is a product of our own creation, either consciously or subconsciously.  Either we are creating through intention or through default.  But this has always been confusing for me.  For months on end I would wake up every morning thanking God for my great abundance, even as my life was falling apart.  I would still affirm that I was wealthy and had everything I needed.  This didn’t prevent my life from falling apart.  Some might say I didn’t feel it enough.  I didn’t believe it strong enough.  But the truth is, I did believe that things were going to turn around for me.  I put so much effort into trying to keep my life afloat, believing that my efforts were going to pay off.

This is where the feeling of betrayal comes from.  I did everything right!  Sure I felt fear and uncertainty.  But I also had a lot of hope and faith that things were going to change.  So is it possible that life takes everything from us, when it is trying to redirect us?  Does the Universe/God, rip our life apart when we are far too comfortable, so we will be forced into the life that is more fully aligned with our purpose?

A friend of mine reminded me “Kaleah, maybe one day you will look back on this time and realize you were taken to a much greater place.”  The new can always be much greater than the old.  But it can also be worse.  Only time will tell.