Today I solidified that Hospice is where my nursing career and all of my spiritual work as of late has been leading me.
Yesterday - while trying to get to the tattoo shop and Aldi - I made a wrong turn and ended up in my Gramma's neighborhood. I sat in front of her house for a few minutes and looked at the tree where she had hung the white windchimes I gave her. Later - after she passed - I hung those same windchimes on my back deck and asked her to save my unborn child. I was about 16 weeks pregnant with him and had just started to bleed. She did, and my son is here. She came to me in a dream in my hospital bed about a week before he was born and spoke the name Rowan in my ear. That's what we named him. It means "little red-headed one," and he was born with flaming bright red hair. The Rowan tree is also a tree of protection, and the tree from which the first woman was created in Norse mythology. The Rowan tree/woman saved the life of Thor as he was being swept away by a river. She bent over the river and caught him as he was floating by. She helped him back to the shore.
My grandmother had red hair, and has been known to make trees fall. Jus' sayin.
After I came back from all that reminiscing, I sat there in my car, got out my phone, went on Facebook Live, and told my friends/support group of amazing people (!!!) about the two problems I was having with an assignment I was supposed to do. I told them about it in the presence of my grandmother.
I didn't know it at the time, but I was asking.
By the end of the night, both problems were solved with no effort from myself.
I was asking, and I received.
Next time I make a wrong turn, I will know there is a reason why.
xoxo,
erin
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