Moonstones

It was two years ago when I took out a map of the United States, closed my eyes, spun myself around and then pointed. I had told my family that wherever I pointed was where we were going to vacation. My finger happened to fall upo
Solomon’s Island, Maryland. The family looked at me like I was crazy, but I asked them to trust me. I found a cottage on Chesapeake Bay and promised them a hot tub (which the home offered), the ocean and a trip to Baltimore and DC. I have to admit, nobody was at all thrilled. They had all been praying my finger would have landed right on Orlando, Florida instead of a town in nowhere land in Maryland. The weeks before the trip was met continually with ”Mom, who vacations in Maryland?” and I just smiled and prepared.

At that time I had just received a promotion at my job and yet still felt as if I was wandering. The promotion didn’t feel right. The place didn’t feel right. And to be honest, I felt lost. Two days before we were supposed to go on the trip, my boss called me into her office and told me that I couldn’t go. I just about burst into tears. But after showing them the non refundable contract on the cottage, the job begrudgingly allowed me to take my vacation.

The family piled into the car, not one of them thrilled with the destination. I can still remember the oldest whining about how she was going to hate this, and probably hate us, for making her go. Again, I grinned, bit my tongue and drove off. When we arrived at the home, I thought I was going to puke. What looked like this gorgeous cottage in the pictures looked like something out of Friday the 13th. The roof needed work, the porch was almost falling apart and the lawn was a mess. The ocean sat on one side and a State park sat on the other. Houses were scarce and if something bad were to happen, nobody would hear us scream. Ok, so I have watched too many movies and worked too many police cases with the admission that my mind wandered into the deep and dark places. But…the moment we stepped into the home we were tranformed into loving it. It was charming, clean and bright. I sighed in relief.

We ran down to the beach and stopped in our tracks. Moonstones. The beach was covered in moonstones. Moonstone is one of my favorite gems. Moonstones help you experience calmness and peace of mind. It exudes a mesmerizing and enchanting force and offers insightful, warmth and love. We gathered up our moonstones in jars that I had brought for shells, feeling as if we had found a long lost secret. They were our treasures. And those moonstones helped to transform my life into what it is now.

I tell my clients to ask for signs from their angels and guides. Be specific when asking. Someone’s sign may be a rainbow, or an orange poppy or even a turtle. Mine happens to be the words ‘BELIEVE’. The next day we decided to venture into Baltimore. The kids were cranky, Chuck was cranky and well, I was too. I was still contemplating how to make changes in my life and I was being called by work so that wasn’t helping the rest and relaxation part of vacation. As we turned the corner, off the freeway, Chuck pointed out a billboard. On it, it said ‘BELIEVE’. The kids frantically began pointing all over. Trashcans, window signs, the baseball stadium…everywhere..had ‘BELIEVE’ written on it. It happened to be the slogan for Baltimore that year and how ‘coincidental’ was that? Not very. I stood there and weeped in the streets of Baltimore. Moonstones and now my sign. So what did it all mean?

My journal from that time read: “I sat on the wooden deck, rocking in the white wicker chair and contemplating life. I dislike my real job with a passion, promotion or none (although I am grateful for it!). That isn’t what I am supposed to be doing. I know it. I feel it. Tears filled my eyes as I thought of returning to the 8-5 that I so disliked and asked my Guides to give me some sign…just at that second I felt as if someone was watching and looked up to see a hummingbird floating right in front of me. For at least 10 seconds we both looked into oneanothers eyes, he floated backwards and then into the woods. It was a beautiful sight and one that I haven’t stopped talking about. That next day we ventured to Baltimore. If you remember from my other blogs you will know that my motto has and always will be BELIEVE. As I looked a the city, I screamed out loud and pointed. Buildings, garbage cans, billboards…everything…said BELIEVE on them. And I took pictures of it all. Once again, a sign. They really are all around us. Now this dense girl has some meditating to do in order to figure out what exactly it all means. What I do know is that I don’t want to sit in my new office, with my new computer and my new telephone. I want to instead sit on a beach with my new laptop and type out award winning stories and at nighttime do readings and lectures of spirit, guides and of believing. Too much to ask? I don’t think so.”

I don’t have award winning novels out (yet!) and I am not sitting on a beach (yet!), but I am doing what I love to do and it is all because I trusted my intuition and allowed it to lead me. Was it a coincidence that my finger landed where it did? Nope. Was it a coincidence that BELIEVE was Baltimore’s theme that year? Nope.

So, my friends, follow your moonstones. Follow your insight. If you trust and follow, your guides won’t lead you wrong.