Spiritual Mojo

        Those of you who know me in real life (holla!) know that. I am not a huge fan of organized religion and have built my own form of spirituality which resonates with me. 

 

I am someone who believes in the things that fall under the banner of Karma/fate/magic/coincidence. Not pull a hat out of your rabbit (or however that trick goes) but more in a series of random things lining up to offer something wonderful for others. I am someone who pays attention to the small things in life and have found that they often indicate coming events. 

       Having said all that I do believe in a higher power. Be it the Universe, a deity or karmic cycles it is something I feel and feel it plays a role in our lives. It is something that I have experienced firsthand in life and seen in my years as a medic, in death. 

 I believe in intuition and listening to the little hairs on the back of my neck. I listen when that space between my shoulder blades suddenly gets tight or the back on my mind feels heavy. I believe that coincidence is a nudge from the Universe. I believe that there are people in our lives that are meant to have import and that we will meet them no matter which path we take.  

That being said as of late I have lost my spiritual mojo.

 In the last year been dealing with serious illness and working to repair the damage done by stalkers and my ex.  I don’t know if the combination of that amount of ugly I have processed in the last year that has knocked my faith for a loop or if I have distanced myself from it for some other yet unknown reason. Whatever the answer I am struggling to reconnect with it. I still believe in what I believe but it feels as if I am standing outside looking in. More distance, less feels.  There is a disconnect which for me is alarming as I can’t readily recall ever having this before. I feel that spirituality, no matter how you define yours personally, deepens the meaning and experiences in our lives. As of late mine has been kinda flat in that department. So how do I re-whimsy my life? 

Maybe I am taking myself too seriously. Maybe I just need to embrace my inner idiot. Maybe I need to hang out with small children more. Maybe the previous levels of whimsy in my life are no longer enough. Maybe I need to remind myself daily that 37 is too young to close up shop and join the grey beards. I honestly don’t have an answer this time.. What do you do to get your spiritual mojos back in line?