Thick snow begins to blanket my quiet, little homestead. It is peaceful. Last night my spirit was reeling, this morning it is calm. The birds sing sweetly from the trees.
Have you read my memoir? (AuthorKatieSanders.com) The Making of a Medicine Woman; the Memoirs of Bird Woman is my life story. It is filled with many of the tales that I don’t typically mention on Farmgirl School for fear of scaring off a few folks. In my other, less written about blog, DancingwithFeathers.com, I wrote a few months ago about a shaman friend who came to visit me. “You are not getting out of it that easy,” she breezily said. I didn’t think I would do that work anymore.
“You’re a medium,” the reader next to my cousin at the holistic fair yesterday said as he stopped me. “Can you help this woman?” Uh…er…what? I sat down with her at my cousin’s empty table (she was out shopping) and immediately her recently deceased husband started talking to her through me. I felt his every pain, how he died, how he was still worried about his business partner. For twenty minutes, the fellow filled his wife in with everything she needed know. Through tears, she nodded, smiled, and I may never see her again. She gave me twenty dollars. It is so awkward to take money for spiritual work.
I suppose that this is only odd in this day and age. My Nordic, Celtic, and Native ancestors wouldn’t have thought it at all strange that the lady of the house would have “the sight.” I always figure that I can just be normal. I can be a housewife. I can sew and make tea and play the piano and play with my grandbaby…who is psychic as well.
“You have to do readings. You have to do the medium work,” the reader said. I had sat down with him after I spoke with the woman. If truth be told, I had already done three other readings at Julie’s table. They just kept coming.
I took a break from doing spiritual work in July. I love being a spiritual guide. I love helping people. But I wasn’t sure if I was actually helping anyone. And I wasn’t sure what emotional or physical effect it was having on me.
A woman in the hall stopped me at the fair. “Remember when you told me that a cowboy would be coming in to my life? He did! Just as you described him!” She was so happy.
Apparently there is no hiding behind the sewing machine or pressure canner on this one. Yes I am a homemaker, a quilter, a homesteader, a Grammie, a wife, a mama, an animal lover, a passionate gardener and herbalist. I am a great lover of the Creator and of Mother Earth and of all the ancestors and guides and nature spirits and yes, I guess I am an instrument to help people find their way with a most unusual talent. We all have a role to play in helping others. It is our destiny.