From a very young age, I have had a very strong connection to my spiritual side. Raised in a traditional religion, I learned the stories of miracles and saints. These were all fine and well, but my true passion and spiritual spark piqued when I learned about angels.
I was absolutely, positively, obsessed with angels. I had angel books, bookmarks, posters, journals, and more. I felt such a direct connection and call to the idea of having a crew of angels keeping watch over me, that it felt absolutely normal to believe I was also an angel. Now, this might sound a bit far out to you, but for me, recognizing that Spirit was a part of me and I was a part of it, was not strange at all.
Growing up, I naturally stepped into roles of taking care of others. This idea fit in quite well with my angel theory. I was an angel sent to Earth to take care of my family members. My angel crew included my ancestors and loved ones who were keeping an eye on me while I completed my mission of supporting others.
A significant responsibility for a young girl to assign herself, I know, but I was up for the challenge.
Now, as I have explored the realms of spirit over the past 3.5 decades, I recognize how magical it is that I felt such a strong connection at such a young age. I also admit that I had assigned myself the responsibility of everyone else’s happiness, which, quite frankly, is not cool. Sometimes I still have to remind myself that I am not solely responsible for everyone else’s joy, but overall I have made significant progress in healing from my self-assigned role of caretaker extraordinaire.
My awareness of Spirit, Higher Power, Universe, God, the Great Unknown (whatever title you prefer) has evolved and changed, just as I have, over the years. There were years where I was highly tuned into my connection to all things spiritual, and there were times when I would do anything I could possibly do to disconnect myself from it. We are all human, and a part of our existence is grappling with just that: our existence.
Disconnecting from my body, numbing in any way, was a surefire way for me to disconnect from Spirit.
During a time in my life when I was arguably disconnected from my whole self, I ended up getting my very first tattoo. Today, my body is proudly covered in artwork; I have many stories of how they arrived, but I truly adore the hilariousness of my first tattoo. No regrets on this one, my friends. I was 18, a freshman in college, and on Spring Break in San Francisco (such a wonderful stereotype… but wait, it gets better!). I had been dreaming of getting a tattoo for a long time, and when I found myself on this trip, adventuring around CA with friends, I decided to go to a tattoo shop and make this dream a reality.
I selected an image that I had been considering for awhile: A Chinese symbol for Spirit/God.
When I considered this tattoo at a naïve 18, I honestly thought it meant that I HAD spirit (Which, for the record, I did.). But now, as I reflect on my journey from young angel girl into adulthood as a spiritual, intuitive healer, I realize that my crew of angels was absolutely watching out for me in that tattoo selection. It is wildly important to me to remember that I am not responsible for everyone else’s joy, that there is something much bigger than me and the world I know, and that I am connected to that something larger than myself at all times (even if it is in the form of a large symbol on my lower back. I know.).
My sparkle relies on my connection to Spirit and my faith in the Universe. This path has guided me in some incredibly unexpected ways, but all of my experiences in exploring my spiritual side have fed and nourished my sparkle. When I lean in and get weird with all things spiritual, I see new facets of my sparkle. From energy healing to accessing the Akashic Records, developing intuition to working with oracle cards, crystal healing to shamanic study, practicing Reiki to exploring Spirit and animal guides; all of these seemingly woo-woo modalities have been catalysts for my healing. These tools have lit my path as I have found my way home to myself.
Are you ready to come to yourself? Your sparkle is multi-faceted, too, just like a shimmering crystal. You never know what seemingly random practices will truly support your shine. Over the years I have explored so many tools that support sparkle. If you would like to walk this path of exploration together, reach out.