There was a period in my life when all hell broke loose. I couldn’t figure out how to make it stop and there seemed no end in sight. In trying to make sense of it, I concluded that I was cursed.
Martha Beck refers to periods like this as rumble strips, “...a barrage of seemingly unrelated catastrophes so severe you cannot ignore them. You have no idea what’s happening or why, only that this feels too freakishly bad to be coincidental.”
It’s interesting how we blame ourselves, how quick we are to assume we’re deficient or damaged in some way, when in truth it’s simply the universe stirring the sticks. Mind you, sometimes the universe doesn’t just stir the sticks, sometimes she actually beats us with them.
When that’s the case, when you find yourself dealing with a set of freakishly catastrophic events, you may need to take notes or pack your bags, either way, pay attention. The universe is speaking.
No comments:
Post a Comment