I really sat in front of my computer for 15 minutes debating on writing this post. I struggle with the notion of "oversharing" or writing about things that only matter to me but what I think doesn't matter to other people. I fear judgement. I fear people knowing to much about my "other side" or the things I am really into. Then I remind myself, if it makes me feel a certain way and inspires me or motivates me you never know who you may help.
I've been on a journey. It's been one helluva ride. On this leg, I am grateful. My heart is full yet I have so much more room to receive. I often ask myself "How did I get here"? How did I get to the point of pure joy. Happiness. Happiness right smack dead where I am. Spiritual Enlightenment. Then I admit, I know, trusting the signs. Taking Abby up on a suggestion to attend Young Arts Patrons Art Class III : Writing Through the Blues with Dr. Zandria Robinson, writer and editor of New South Negress. You may remember her piece of the breakdown of Beyonce's Formation for Rolling Stone. I attended--- got all of my life back, took notes, and gather myself and went home inspired.
On the car ride home through South Memphis, TN, I found myself playing back the Bobby Blue Bland records as well gathering all of the signs I've seen and felt wondering with hope what does it all mean? How are they fitting together now? Where am I supposed to be? Who am I now? Where do I go from here? Does my daddy hear me? AND THEN--- A SIGN! As I walked through my house, cut the lights on, yes I said cut! I looked down and here was a cricket.
I'm no stranger to crickets. Being a daddy's girl and in love with my daddy, I sacrificed summers "talking on the phone" in air condition just to be outside with my daddy in 90 degree weather at 5 am baiting fishing lines with crickets. When I started driving, my daddy gave me a task to go to the Walmart in Raleigh and buy him some crickets the night before he went fishing so he would have them when he got off his night job. I did this with so much pride. I would walk up to the counter and ask for a bucket of crickets for "My Daddy". "No nightcrawlers today crickets, he's going to Horseshoe Lake catching bream. "
Fast forward 15-18 years, when I see a cricket I know it's my daddy's spirit sending love and a symbolic message. I see them when I need to see them. They come and sing their song and dance when I need to hear it. I feel at peace knowing I am on the right path to receive and keep ascending to a higher vibration.
So what's the cricket's song... what is it trying to tell you if it crosses your path....
+ You know how to sing your song loud and clear! You love to use the power of your own voice in order to attract what you want and need in life and you have a gift for finding your way through difficult moments with panache and aplomb. You are an excellent communicator, love to walk your talk and are often vegetarian. You understand the power of music and will often have a career that uses music as a form of healing. You are a whirlwind of action, a blur of movement, and always on the go. You seem to have a hard time staying in one place and are always jumping off in one direction or another.
CRICKET SYMBOLISM GLIMPSES INTO THE SACRED TEACHING OF TO BE---TO DO--TO HAVE