I am sitting here typing away - contemplating this week's Sunday Scribblings prompt - Guide - and what I have to share.
Ruby Meow, is purring beside me, nudging my hand and trying to show me something. I am busy writing and not paying attention to the message she is attempting to transmit. I don't speak Meow language. She conveys that this is language of the heart. I have always known this language. I just need to be still and see how her tail flickers or her ears shift or her whiskers quiver as she GUIDEs me to what is truly important.
I stop my busy fingers and I sit back. She comes to knead me and we sit here, quietly. I open myself to being in the moment with Ruby Meow, her and me, her purring, my breathing. And in the silence, I hear it. A small yet steady voice, whispering within - waiting to GUIDE me, waiting patiently for me to heed her calling.
Guides come in all shapes and sizes, from within when we are ready to listen and all around us to reMIND us of the one within.
Crone Goddess Ruby is a cherished member of our family. She has been an instrumental GUIDE in reminding me to nap and slow down and sink into my bones. She is an expert shiatsu therapist and teaches me to communicate without words.
Thank you Ruby Meow for this purrfect moment together and helping me RE-member where my GUIDE-ance can be found.