So Much to Tell You: Healing, a Letter Turned Novel by Abby Darling
Because I know you love books.
Dear Christopher Michael…
Chapter 1
Healing My Parents
July 4, 2014: My parents came into town for our 4th of July celebration. My sister and I don’t get to see them very often so when we do, we obviously plan to spend as much quality time with them. This weekend’s plans were no different. My sister and I planned to take them to the Parkville’s 4th of July Festival, antique-ing for First Fridays, to this restaurant and that, and so on. On the other side, my parents planned to spend as much time, love, and joy with their two daughters. All rainbows and butterflies, right? But you see, whu-hu-happend was a whole different plan played out. The actual 4th of July, Friday night at the Festival was great. My parents really enjoyed it. It was Saturday morning that caused the shift.
July 5, 2014: My parents don’t argue very much. They have little tiffs, but what healthy couple doesn’t? This Saturday morning, though, was a bigger argument, or “discussion” as they like to call it. I woke up to Dad frustrated and Mom crying. When I asked what was up, Mom explained – her tears worsening. Immediately, I knew that it was up to me to do damage control – to diffuse the tension, handle the situation with delicacy and control, and mend the peace as fair as possible. As I’ve mentioned before, growing up, we were taught to be VERY respectful and that meant not talking back. Maybe it was that or maybe it was that we were too young to intervene, but when my parents had a “discussion” they worked it out themselves, and we were there to comfort Mom when she cried. My siblings and I would huddle and pray for the situation, and then act as a buffer for the tension in the room. But this time it was only me. My sister was at work and my brother was in St. Louis. I should note that as the years went, my parents argued less and less, and that since I moved to Kansas City, the chance of them arguing during the (already small) time I would see them decreased significantly. In other words, since my more mature years, I haven’t really had the experience of handling this ticking time bomb of a situation. So, you can probably tell I was a little in over my head. But I swallowed the thought, and I didn’t let it phase me. I was on a mission to help my parents…to heal my parents.
My first plan of action was to separate them and hear both sides of the conflict. Since I already heard Mom’s, I lead her over to my sister’s room to take a minute to calm down as I talked to dad. As I walked back to where my dad was at, his face was stiff with frustration. Following my intuition, I decided to invite him outside on the porch knowing that the fresh air would ease his hard shell. The breeze was a breath of air we both needed. Dad relaxed and explained his take on the situation. He gave some deeper insight about himself and Mom. In brief summary, the root of the conflict (and I assume, many of the conflicts) was that my parents grew up with very different backgrounds and very different family lifestyles. This obviously affects how they view everything and what their expectations are of each other. Dad understood that, but did Mom?
It was time to talk to Mom, again. Despite the slight lead on what to revolve the conversation around, I was still overwhelmed. Before going back to Mom, I said a quick prayer in my room. Whenever my parents would have a discussion, it would be the biggest buzz kill. My siblings always loathed when it would happen, complaining, “Man, whyyy did this have to happen today?” Older now, I found myself thanking God for this time. I was gaining insight and knowledge about my parents. I was understanding them on a deeper level. It felt like an honor I was being entrusted with. I also prayed for blessing over the conversation Mom and I were about to have. I still had no idea what or how I was going to say what I had learned from talking with Dad. “One step at a time”, I kept reminding myself. Outside did well for Dad, maybe it would for Mom too? Plus, outside is where I do my best work (like singing in a park 😉 ). When I went to my sister’s room, my mom asked if I wanted to go on a walk. Relief. Glad we were on the same page.
The path Mom and I were walking on lead to a gazebo. The wooden structure provided a perfectly secluded shelter where we could feel comforted by the walls that circled us and free with the breeze that flew through. The moment we sat down, my mom blurted out her problems. She described situation after situation of times her and Dad butt heads. She was releasing it all. Frustration. Anger. Bitterness. Listening to her, I could feel the longing she’s had to share what’s been stewing inside of her for quite a while. She’s carried it all for so long, finding no refuge – no one to talk to. It was heavy. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. “Hold it together, Abby,” I told myself, trying to keep my breath calm. I wanted to be strong for my mom. It was her time to be vulnerable and I was to be her rock. Plus, I didn’t want to burden her with the thought that she was burdening me. Burdening me was not the case at all. I was just as relieved that she was finally able to turn the hurt feelings from inside to words that could be released to the world.
My sister, being same mannered as Mom, was always the first choice to comfort Mom. But thankfully, after a year of living with my sister, I’ve learned her mannerisms and what she best responds to. I pulled from that knowledge base to give my thoughts regarding the situations Mom unfolded on me. For a simple example:
My parents are always willing to help us out, including financially. My brother, just working a part time job that only scheduled him here and there, would ask for gas money sometimes. Of course my parents are very generous on the giving department, but it was how they gave that differentiated them. Mom, being the very giving mother that she is, would give it automatically. Embracing that she did her part as a mother to help her youngest. Dad would go about it a little differently. He would ask questions or have conditions before giving the money to my brother. This would upset Mom because she saw this as Dad being stingy. She complained, “Why does he always have to do that? Aaron’s already asking for help, why does he have to belittle him more?”
I, being same mannered as Dad, knew exactly why. He wasn’t being stingy or belittling Aaron at all. I explained, “Mom, as father to son, Dad is teaching his son that he has to work for his money. One day, Aaron will be a father too. Dad is teaching him now as a young adult the work it takes to provide for himself and one day provide for his family.” It finally clicked. Situation after situation, I broke it all down for her. I gave her the perception from Dad’s side that she’d been missing. I was essentially taking my understanding of how Dad works (Dad’s language – which I primarily “speak”) and translating it in a manner that Mom best responds to (Mom’s language – which I learned to “speak” by understanding my sister). This alleviated some of the questions in Mom’s heart that was turning into bitterness. Afterwards, she felt relieved. When I saw Dad, I gave him the thumbs up that everything was good. …Or so I thought.
July 6, 2014: As we were preparing for the parents to leave, I found my sister with red puffy eyes, petting Levi. My sister always gets a little emotional when saying goodbye to the parents, especially when we don’t know when we’ll get to see them again. I asked if that was it, but she said it was a combination of different emotions. I asked, “What else?” She confessed that she could still sense the tension between the parents from yesterday and she hated to send them off like that. They’re time here was supposed to be a mini-vacation, not an additional stressor . Just then, Dad walked in and asked to talk to us about our career plans. Seeing Dad always meant updating (and comforting him) about our career paths. He always likes to know we’re still aiming to reach our highest achievements (fundamentally securing our futures). Perfect. This was the cue I needed to talk to the parents at the same time.
Dad, Mom, Sister, and I all sat down at the couch and discussed my sister and I’s plans in the near future. When that finished, I turned the attention to Dad and Mom. I said that Arianne could still feel the tension regarding their discussion, and we didn’t want them traveling alone together in the car for 4 hours with this tension still hovering over them. Mom sighed with relief and took the opportunity to share what else was in her heart. She poured it all out. What she said during our gazebo time was just scratching the surface. She revealed the even deeper emotions she’d been carrying. My mom was lonely. The kids she had spent every single day with taking care of, was all on their own. She’d been able to deal with it and having Kyo at home helped, but when Dad and her would have a discussion, it would awaken the emotion of just how alone she felt. She was losing her relationship with God, losing motivation to even talk to God. She stopped going to church. This kind of behavior coming from Mom was a huge warning sign. Mom was borderline depressed. As I was reaching over to comfort her and thank her for sharing this with all of us, I just absolutely bursted into sobs. My sister leaped from her seat to hold me and said, “I know.” I guess my sister has been learning my language too. She knew just how heavy this burdened my heart. “My mom was lonely? My mom stopped going to church? My mom’s depressed?!” The thoughts and tears flooded me, but I gathered myself back together in 2.5 seconds. It was my idea to have this talk, I was holding the space. I was in control. I was a marriage counselor. After that brief hiccup, it was Dad’s turn to have the floor. He was able to release some of the frustrations that burdened him, and defend himself against the accusations Mom made during her floor time. Sometimes they would start arguing back and forth. I intervened and brought the arguing to a quick conclusion to dissolve the anger that was starting to build up. After their individual floor time and the opportunity to add any last thoughts for 2 min, it was my turn. “Thank you for sharing. So the truth is, I already knew what I wanted to tell you both from the beginning, but I wanted each of you to have a time to let it all out and a chance to be heard. The root of the problem is that both of you come from different backgrounds and so you have different expectations. At this point in the game, we cannot change the other’s perception and expectations. What you need to do is understand. What I can tell is both of you are arguing the same point, but because you have different methods to getting to that same point, you clash. Remember that you are both fighting for the same cause – our family. What needs working on is your listening to and understanding for each other. So here are your assignments: Dad, Mom says that she is lonely. Spend some quality time with her, so once a week on a specific day every week, take her out. If it’s Friday, then every Friday night do something special that makes her feel special. No work, no kids, no working on cars – nothing gets in the way of your Friday nights with Mom. Mom, Dad works so hard and a little gratification goes a long way. It not only builds him up and shows that you are supporting him, but it also humbles you internally. So, everyday find something, anything big or small, to thank him for. Now, together. We know both of you pray together every morning and that’s beautiful. Know that we look up to that so much. The thing is, I’ll bet my whole salary that you spend most of that prayer praying over us kids. Truth is, I think with all the prayers you’ve prayed over us, we’re good for the next 30 years. But what needs prayer is your relationship. So, every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, pray over your relationship. Dad pray for Mom, and Mom pray for Dad. This will help you listen to the other’s request and by praying for it, you are doing your part to help the other.” My sister then took a fundamental approach and reminded the parents about the importance of communication and patience. I would like to note that though I do not go into detail about my sister’s comments and advice throughout this counseling session (because I am basing this solely on my reflection on my point of view), we together as a team healed the parents.
It’s funny how we never planned for any of this. In fact, at all costs we try to avoid the parents arguing. But God had a different plan. While our plans would’ve concluded on the parent’s gaining relief for a brief moment during this mini vacation, God’s plans concluded in a greater relief – healing – for their marriage. This whole time my sister and I thought everything was peachy keen at home, when in truth, they needed an outlet to share what was inside and guidance on how to mend those feelings.
The parents were sent off to St. Louis with a refreshed and renewed outlook.
Chapter 2
Delightful Singing
2 AM Friday, July 11, 2014: I woke up with a positive mindset (thanks to the advice from my sister). Not because I got the amount of sleep an average person should get, but because I needed it. For the next 48 hours, I was going to do work. With no time devoted to sleep, I needed to get energy from a different source. Before getting out of bed, I started my day with a quick prayer. “Lord, be my energy. Lord, be my motivation. Bless these next 48 hours. I need you.” Already, I had set the intention that with God’s help, I was going to get through work, UMKC’s MMSPA Visit Day, work again, making Taylor’s poster, and Manifest Minifest successfully.
The first task was work. This was my regular shift, so I wasn’t too worried about it. The key part of this shift was my time in the clean room, my meditation time. This was when I could pray even more specifically for all the tasks that needed to be done. For work, I prayed for everything to go smoothly. A failed run meant having to stay later, which would eat up my potential time to sleep between work and my UMKC appointment. For UMKC’s Master of Medical Science Physician Assistant Visit Day, I prayed for His wisdom and discernment. Was this really the path for me? I also prayed to learn what I needed to learn about the program and to make an impression on everyone I met there. This weekend was my “Saturday” to work. This meant an overnight Friday shift with just me and the boss pharmacist. Saturdays are always a little stressful. I’m essentially doing the job of 4 chemists by myself, so I’m carrying a lot of weight. I prayed for that to go smoothly. Next was Taylor’s Full Moon and Healing Arts Manifest Minifest event. I volunteered to make the main banner for the entrance. I wanted to set the intention that when people see it, they would feel something. It could be a sense of excitement for the event, mystery for what was to unfold, or hope for a spiritual transformation. Anything to help aid in the overall outcome of healing we were trying to achieve. I also prayed for the event itself. I was going to meet more people in the hippie world, I prayed to be a Light there.
Removing the more superficial prayers, the common theme was to make an impact on the people I was going to encounter. Whether they were UMKC’s administrative staff, fellow prospective students, hippies seeking highest good, fellow healers, or even boss man, I wanted God to use me to touch people’s lives to any extent – little or big. I focused my songs to reflect that theme.
I love singing my meditation. I love sing from the soul. Sometimes I sing to remove myself – my sin, my pride, my control – and just let God overwhelm me. Sometimes I sing a song as a prayer for a loved one. Or sometimes, I sing to release the frustration or sad emotions I keep hidden and balled inside me. In any manner or combination of that and more, I always feel so connected and liberated at the same time.
During a deep connection like this, when I remove myself and allow myself to just BE in the presence of God, I sometimes get a thought that whispers through my mind and I know it’s God sent. For example, I was singing “Slow Us Down” for my highest good and the highest good of all concerned, when I had this thought of a vision. The scene is set in a dimly lit, ambient room. People are sitting in a circle, head bowed, praying, and I’m in the center, leading it, singing over these people. I realized that this was supposed to be Cru (the Christian organization I was a part of at UMKC). Natalie (“NatCat”, my best friend from Cru) is now heading this organization. She asked me a few weeks ago for advice on how to change up Cru for this coming fall. She had been praying for guidance because by the end of last semester, the amount of students depleted, and the connections not as strong as they once were. I was the answer to her prayers (as I am to most people 😉 just kidding!). I figured, what student wants to go back to school to hear a lecture on how to live a Christ centered life? I always imagined Cru as a midweek refresher, and this song/prayer meditation is one way it can be. I would still give a brief lesson, say on letting go of our control and giving it to God, but I wouldn’t focus so much on the “lecturing”. I would focus more on the “doing” and being able to put into practice the “releasing”, “listening”, and “healing”. Imagine the spiritual revival in these worn out students! With this vision as an inspiration, I’m finding ideas for central themes and how to go about it. One is a “chakra cleansing” meditation. In the hippie culture, they believe that we have chakras inside us that represent specific aspects of our life journey. When these chakras are blocked, we become stumped and stagnate in our path. When free flowing, we experience clarity and growth. I would lead a meditation that goes through these chakras individually. For example, the first chakra is the root chakra. It deals with what keeps us grounded – family, security, material things, etc. Of course, I wouldn’t say, “Let’s unblock our root chakra.” Imagine the looks and holy water thrown at me! Instead I would say with warmth, “Think about your family. Do you feel their love and support? If so, let that love and support carry you. Thank God for the blessing that they are in your life. If not, what in your family life needs forgiving? Ask God to help you forgive those who need to be forgiven – even yourself. What are you insecure about? Your looks? Your grades? What do you find security in? Money? Remember that God should be the base of our securities. Everything can be fleeting, but He remains constant.” And so on. This allows the kids to reflect on their life, release their anxieties from the very core they are coming from, and receive healing.
As I was singing Friday morning, my song choices lead me to sing “Jesus Loves Me”. The familiar Sunday School song took me by surprise, but I was in the groove so I went with it. There’s one stanza that particularly stood out to me:
“Jesus loves me still today, walking with me on my way. Wanting as a friend to give, Light and Love to all who live.”
“Wanting as a friend to give, Love and Light to all who live.” I prayed, “That’s me. I want to be a friend to everyone and give Love and Light.” And then, that same type of whisper-like thought crossed my mind. “That’s exactly what you’re already doing,” it said. I knew that it was from the big guy, Himself. I could feel it, sense it. He was proud of me. I was delighting the Lord.
“Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart.” Psalm 37:4
11:59 AM
Chapter 3
The Desires of My Heart
1:15 PM: Granola bar in one hand, steering wheel in the other, I was on my way to UMKC. Though I didn’t have time to sleep, there’s something about the perfect, business-casual outfit that puts you in the right mindset. Gurl was looking and feeling real good. The thing is, I actually signed up for this Visit Day about a couple of months ago, but the registration slots were already filled. They said they could put me on the “wait list” and that they’d contact me if a spot opened. Sure, why not? A week prior to the Visit Day, they emailed me saying they had a spot for me. This door was clearly opening for me.
1:40 PM: I pulled into the Hospital Hill campus and turned into the garage. This motion was all too familiar. This was the same campus the School of Pharmacy was on. I recalled the many mornings I would drive and park in this very garage to go to class. I also recalled the heavy emotions of unwanting, dreading, forcing, that I would feel those mornings. It was strange how the difference from then and now was black and white – or rather, dark and light. That was it, this time, there was excitement, joy, and the Light twinkled from my heart.
As I walked toward the building, the “UMKC School of Medicine” sign greeted me. Taking a brief moment to breathe, I let the words “School of Medicine” resonate through me. This was it, I was making it happen and taking the first of many steps to becoming “Hippie Doctor”.
As I opened the door, my focus shifted from where I was walking, to what I was walking into. I saw the other prospective students waiting, but my eyes were affixed on what was behind them, surrounding them, holding them. The building. From its structure, with off-white walls trimmed with dark wood, to the black furniture and high-class furnishings, I was humbled with prestige and honor. With a step toward the table to sign in, I knew with full confidence, “I belong here.”
They took us around the different buildings, but what really caught my attention was the clinical training building. This building was dedicated for training students hands on to prepare them for the work they were to do out in the field. With fully operating rooms and simulation patients, this building was my playground. Smiling and beaming, I bet you can only imagine the desire in me to play.
4:02 PM: With a brain full of information and a heart full of desire, I have never wanted anything more in my entire life. I was on my way home and decided to give God this desire. With a casual conversation type of prayer, I imagined God interviewing me and asking me why it was I wanted to be a PA, and more specifically, a PA in cardiology. “I’m Anahata – the heart chakra. I embrace the heart chakra fully and wholly. My passion starts at the heart. Unconditional love.” I knew that kind of answer wouldn’t fly at an actual interview. So I dug a little deeper and reflected on the heart. The heart is a muscle that works non-stop to pump blood throughout our body by application of pressure. Blood transportation is particularly important in delivering nutrients and oxygen to tissues and organs. It also removes unwanted chemicals and carbon dioxide by moving them to places in the body where they can be expelled. As the driving force for this vital exchange in our body, the heart has a duty to keep us functioning at our highest. The heart is also associated to emotions, feelings, and love. So here we have this muscle that works so hard to serve a great purpose, but it also feels. Amongst these thoughts, I realized why I was so captivated by the heart. I am so captivated by the heart, because I function like the heart. I work so incredibly hard. Offering myself to countless hours of work (career, school, for others, etc.) and sacrificing personal needs (I can go so long with little to no sleep), I diligently and intensely work hard to serve a great purpose. But I, like the heart, also feel. I do all that I do because I love. I love my job, I love studying and learning, and I love being there for people. I also know how to asses emotions practically, essentially finding the balance between the two. As a complete package, I want to heal the complete package: physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually…starting with the heart.
Chapter 4
Sharing is Caring — Healing
4:35 PM: After a day like today (so far), I was exploding with news to tell my sister. Our schedules haven’t matched up in a while, so we haven’t been able to spend much of any quality time together. In the current state of being full with life realizations and yet so empty of fooooood, I invited my sister out to dinner. Despite the pressure of having to be back at work by 8 PM, I decided that sitting down to enjoy a meal and catching up with my sister was time better spent than sleeping.
As we ordered and ate everything our stomachs and eyes were hungry for, we talked and talked (or rather, I talked and talked…and talked). Though this realization came later that Monday, it seemed fitting to include this little fact about my sister and I here.
I love to share. That includes everything from what I ate for breakfast to epiphanies about my life. When my sister comes home from work, I would give her a welcoming hug, then start the waterfall of words that would come pouring out of me nonstop. Sometimes it would just be a quick recap of how my day has been, and sometimes she would need to sit down and listen to me try to piece all of the exciting news about my life while trying to finish cooking lunch (which does not come out in full sentences because my words literally cannot keep up with the flow of my brain and task of cooking haha). Regardless of whether I make sense or I run around in circles with my thoughts, she listens patiently and agrees every now and then for affirmation that she is listening. She would be excited for me or offer advice (whichever the situation called for), then it was her turn to tell me about her life.
The realization that came later that Monday was when we called the parents to see how they were doing. My mom mentioned that there was a healing about my sister’s presence. I never thought about my sister in that way. I truly believe that we are all healers in our own ways, but I can’t believe I never tried to pin point my sister’s way! After we got off the phone, the words came out like a waterfall again. “Seeter, you ARE a healer! For me at least, I go and share. I constantly give myself to everyone I meet with. Give and give, share and share, heal and heal. But I need healing, too. So who heals me? YOU DO! When I come home from all of these experiences that I am going through, I just need to share it with someone. I need to say it loud to have it all make sense to me. I have never been good at introspection. My introspection comes when I’m speaking my thoughts and someone is there to receive it. You are healing my often times overwhelmed and sometimes confused spirit. In addition, you always turn these thoughts to be as positive as they can be, especially when they are lowering and confusing me. You give love (and healing) through words of affirmation. You have always been such a great listener, offering advice and positivity when called for, and one of your greatest assets is your ability to observe…have you thought of going into psychology?” I told you, waterfall. Haha 🙂
It’s funny. I get so caught up with my mission to heal others, I sometimes forget that I’m not actually invincible. I never really think about how much I need someone who understands me, supports me, gets as excited as me, and loves me unconditionally while I’m living this crazy adventure called, “my life”. I guess, everyone needs someone like that. What a beautiful life it is to have someone like that and to be someone like that. #humbling
6:45 PM: Power nap.
Chapter 5
8 PM – 6 AM: Work again, Saturday shift. Thankfully, everything went smooth. Doses were produced and delivered, no problems. As always, meditation time in the clean room.
6:30 AM: Zzzzz
9:00 AM: It was time to make the banner. I could go into detail how I perfectly captured the scene of a full moon shining down a forest by crafting a multi-media piece, but who wants to brag? 😉
Saturday Night: Manifest Minifest was here! The last of the task, and the one I was looking most forward to and going to do the most work at. I was a little frazzled when I got there though. Maybe it was from lack of sleep, excitement, anxiousness, everything really. I decided to ease my mind and set intentions for the night. I found a spot next to the teepee, and prayed. Afterwards, feeling some relief, I decided to walk the land. I came across this path that was right under the sun, lined with the solar lights you stick on the ground. Solar powered lights. Solar powered. Solaaarrr powereddddd! I ran down the path, arms stretched out, letting the sun power me up. I’m such a wild sun-child 😉 !
The event started with an opening ceremony, followed by yoga, then an energy healing with Dr. Matt Turner. I’ve never met Matt before, but Taylor and Val spoke so highly of him. “You should go do the energy healing! You don’t want to miss that one. Matt is great; so in tuned with the Divine and his Light is so pure,” they raved about him. I was hesitant at first, because did I mention it was in the attic of a barn where you had to climb a super sketchy ladder? Ya, no thanks. But, I’m glad Taylor insisted I went.
It actually wasn’t just a creepy attic. The room had lights twinkling around it with a small window that let the dusk sky in. Matt had set up speakers and had chanting playing. We were all gathered, sitting in a circle. This was a sound energy healing. It works just like how a song (a compilation of words and sounds) can make you feel a certain emotion. Except instead of an emotion, sound therapy is directed towards putting you in a meditative state (like that silent focus during prayer). Maybe it was the frazzlement from earlier, the slight anxiousness still leftover, or the “OMMMMWAHWAHUUUUHAA” chant blasting in my ear, but I could not get out of my head and surrender to “be”ing present in the meditation. “Ugh, my foot hurts. My butt is falling asleep. Oh ok, another song. It’s gotta be almost done, right? Shhh, just try to quiet the mind.” Completely, NOT present. Matt would walk by every person and say a vibrational chant, then do a third eye activation (a focusing of the mind). Being the energy healer he is (and apparently a great one), he must’ve been able to feel the anxious and impatient vibes I was clearly sending out. “Great, now I’m worrying about that. Huhhh, just breathe. Focus, Abby, focus.” And then, this “Hallelujah” song came on. A woman’s voice speaking about Love tracked over it. An immediate hush came over me. Maybe it was because this track was speaking my “primary language” (what I best respond to) meditatively, but I was immediately pulled from my thoughts and into a present state of “being”. Matt then lead the meditation by engaging our soul. “What is your purpose in life? ” he asked. I’ve known my purpose for a while now: To Share Love and Light. I focused on that, and one of those whisper thoughts crossed my mind. It was the idea that I could do that anywhere, God could put me anywhere, and I would succeed. I could pursue anything, engineering, teaching, McDonald’s, and I would succeed in sharing Love and Light. But the message behind the whisper was that God was putting me in the medical field as a doctor to pursue my purpose because that is what would make me happy. Once again, I was affirmed that because I was delighting the Lord through my purpose, he was giving me the desires of my heart. Being a doctor would make me happy, so incredibly happy, and He knew that. Matt then asked, “What is your greatest wish?” I could’ve wished to find true love, or to make it as a doctor, but those wishes never really crossed me. This wish required no prior thinking, it was like I already knew what my wish was. “My wish is for everyone to feel Love in the best way they receive it.” Another whisper thought, “And that’s what you’re doing by learning everyone’s language.” Speaking to my mom like my sister would, translating my dad’s actions to words my mom could understand, healing college Christian students by means of a “chakra meditation”, bridging Christianity and other religions/practices, I was learning different languages. That way, when I am doing the work I am called to do, I can speak that person’s primary language and share Love and Light in the best way that person receives it, responds to it, and feels it.
There’s so much MORE to tell you about Minifest Manifest, from what Matt said after the meditation to me, tribe time and the realization that I belong in the heart of America, to the grander revelation of my purpose…
So for now……
To be continued…
Always, Abby Darling
All my Love, Darling Anahata 