Ahma Laura

I am so very excited and nervous to be sharing this aspect of my life. I have had mixed feeling about being an intuitive empath from the first time I realized I was different. I’ve been working on a book I’m calling “Jane Street Cooperative Garden” in which I offer a dreamy ideal situation for those of us who know things. Young girls are recognized for their abilities, then nurtured and educated to help them find their best way to help the world with their gifts. It’s only an imaginary world, now. But, won’t it be wonderful if we can really help one another? Really uplift those who feel different and help them understand that they are special, loved, and valuable?

As this is my first blog post on a subject that is incredibly important to me, I’ve been waiting for just the right topic to bring to you. The story I’m about to share is worthy because it is the reason I’m writing to you, now. Whatever denial I entertained about the importance of my being open and forthcoming with my experience and beliefs was handily put down when this experience happened to me. I believe it makes sense to share a story of how my connection to Spirit tapped me on the shoulder and helped redirect my attention when I needed it most.

I’d been noodling the idea for Jane Street Cooperative Garden for several months and planned to go to a retreat in Scotland with a group of creative women to get started in earnest. Because I am very blessed with many artistic interests, coupled with the wonderful and frustrating distractions of everyday life, I purchased a simple ring with a symbolic stone to wear until I finished my book. That way, whenever I saw the ring, I’d be reminded of the book.

Despite the rising concern around the Coronavirus, in March of 2020 I got on an airplane bound for Scotland and actually had a wonderful, if abbreviated, adventure. Some of the people I met on that trip have influenced my life greatly and inspired starring roles in my book. But, like so many other people around the world, when I got home from Scotland, I got busy with my home and put in a vegetable garden in response to a fearful world and concern about potentially waning food availability. One night, sleeping soundly in my bed following a hard day in the vegetable garden, I woke to find a prong was loose on my ring and had pulled out a hunk of my hair. I took off the ring, put it on my nightstand, and didn’t think about it, or my book, for over six weeks.

Then one day, I was pulling weeds when something light blue caught my eye in the brown dirt. It was the piece of blue glass pictured above. It instantly reminded me of the ring I’d purchased to help keep my mind on my book. I’d never seen anything like it in my yard. And, the shape? The shape I’d chosen to feature in my book. How could a random piece of glass look so much like the stone in the ring I’d chosen on eBay? I reached out my hand and pulled the glass from the dirt expecting to find that it was larger or the shape wasn’t quite right. But, there it was. So close in shape and color to my ring, I couldn’t dismiss it as coincidence. I stood up out of the dirt, dusted myself off, and went into the house to find my ring. It was sitting on my nightstand, strands of hair still clutched in the loose prong. I felt very strongly that I’d received a message.

I called a local jeweler who said he wasn’t open due to the virus, but said if it was important to me he’d have a look at the ring. I met his wife outside of their shop, handed off the ring, and waited in my car for her return. The jeweler made my ring safe to wear and refused to take any money for his efforts. I’ve worn it every day since. My book is written and I’ll be soon be finishing up revisions to get it off to the editor. My goal is to publish Jane Street Cooperative Garden in October.

I do believe that placing reminders around to help keep us focused can be immensely helpful. I’m my book I call them ‘charms.’ This one was incredibly powerful for me. I also make myself little posters and put them around so I’ll see them. I usually paint some art on them and add words to help keep my focus on the things that are important to me.

This world is dazzling, amazing, frustrating, and distracting. Once we identify our purpose, having things that act as a trail of breadcrumbs to bring us back to our path, can have profound impact.

I hope this experience has reminded you of something you’d like to do and provided a prompt to add some charms to your life. I’m looking forward to the comments to hear how others have received nudges and taps from Spirit to help redirect your attentions to what really matters to you.