This weekend I painted an old bookshelf.
It was a hand-me-down that's been sitting in the basement for years, and since my books have been boxed up in storage bins or stacked in scattered piles on the floor, it was time to get organized and re-familiarize myself with old favorites.
The weather was perfect for painting: the bright blue sky and a warm September sun made for a leisurely afternoon. I dragged a piece of cardboard onto the grass, plopped the bookcase on top of it, and poured the paint.
For a moment, I thought about putting on some music or a podcast, but a late summer breeze was moving through the leaves above me, and it was just me connecting with my heart and the earth.
I felt him then. My counterpart. In my mind's eye, I could see him crossing the yard, then sitting cross-legged beside me as I grew frustrated with my painting progress. Although it was a paint and primer in one, the original brown of the bookcase was still seeping through the white.
"Remember what I taught you," he said to me, reminding me of moments together like this when he would show me different techniques. I've never been particularly handy; I always appreciated that about him.
Sure enough, the painting got easier, better.
We sat there together in the early September sun and connected like we haven't in a long time. Something shifted in me. I felt the past fade away, felt my guard fall down, felt my heart soften as I sank back into the knowing that love is all there is and all we are.
It's a shift that began two years ago, when my counterpart and I initiated our first long-term physical separation. After spending the majority of our journey together, the separation was a surprise, but I was far enough along my ascension path that I could see there was a purpose for it, and the faith I felt in that changed everything for me.
Then came my pilgrimage to Glastonbury, England last fall where, in the hallowed alcoves of The White Spring, I connected with the sacred masculine as never before.
Next came a guided meeting, a chance encounter. Another shift. I wrote The Unity Code, which reunited me with aspects of my own journey and anchored in more understanding, affirmed more of what I've always known in my heart but that I tried to defy with reason and logic.
This journey isn't reasonable.
It isn't logical.
In fact, it's counterintuitive to everything we've been taught to believe and think about love, about relationships, about the Universe, and about ourselves.
Which is why, over the past few months, I've been connecting deeper with my inner knowing--releasing dependency on the external and embracing the eternal truth that everything I seek already exists within me.
Throughout my sacred union path of ascension, I've learned to trust the unseen, to surrender control, and to align with the flow of divine timing, even when it challenges everything I thought I knew.
I've learned to trust in my own divinity--in myself as an empowered creator--and to trust in the journey itself.
A few days ago, on that blue-sky September day, it all clicked within my very being.
It took separation to understand there is no separation.
It took loving, believing, and trusting myself in oneness with my counterpart and connection with God to remember my own sacredness.
It took releasing the resistance of the external to anchor and embody the fullness of union within.
Many years ago, in the beginning of our journey, we channeled a powerful message:
"Meet me on the bridge of the heart..."
Join me for this new workshop and guided meditation, where we'll be connecting with the energy of Twin Flames and sacred partners to bridge separation and embrace union.