Connecting With My Guides

I was told that my guides were calling. ⁣
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I was told that my grandmother wanted to walk this journey with me, and that I should be surrounded by roses. ⁣The person who told me this knew nothing of my grandmother. My grandmother, Rose, was calling.⁣
I stayed connected. I began picking roses from the side of the road before I taught Reiki to my students. ⁣
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As I was driving up I-87 to meet Melodee Solomon for our third shoot together, I wondered what we'd create. I began tuning in, calling on my guides, asking for coyotes to appear. In that moment, my husband called and said that one had just run past our house. ⁣
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When I reached Melodee, it felt like a homecoming. She showed me the offerings she brought for the earth, and among them were faded pink rose petals. She had brought them, something she didn't usually do, because she felt a strong love around the decision to bring roses. ⁣
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Roses, my grandmother, Melodee's heart, and mine. ⁣
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We walked along a path and found fat, furry caterpillars. We saw worms long enough to look like baby snakes. ⁣
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She led me to the water, hidden at the end of path. The Hudson River, a little piece of it, held an anchored sailboat. Hugging the shoreline, an enormous swaggy weeping willow leaned in. My grandmother had one just like it, and I remembered being little and swinging from its branches. ⁣
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I knew the scent of the Hudson, yet it transported me to my home away in Point Judith. The magic kept coming.⁣
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Later, along a different body of water, we waited for sunset. Melodee reminded me, moon lover, of the magic of the sun. ⁣
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I saw her, a beautiful fire in the sky, setting down layers of orange, pink, red and yellow, and I thanked her. ⁣
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And now, as I witness myself through Melodee’s lens, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for her time, her travel, and her incredible care and planning. She is divine. ⁣
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Photography: Melodee Solomon
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