Dad (still) knows best!
While writing and designing material for teaching my next online intermediate course: Level 2: Developing your Intuition (starting in November. Stay tuned for details), I’m flooded with a swirl of excitement. I can barely stay focused. I LOVE teaching, especially about something I’m so passionate about. If you could see me, you’d definitely make fun of me. I’m leaning eagerly over my computer, sitting on the edge of my chair, one foot under my butt, typing like a mad-woman. The ideas are everywhere!
I pause to look at the ideas I had written so far and ummm, yeah. I have a ton! LOL. Whoa. So… where do I/where can I cut off the material so this class isn’t 20 weeks long? I have so much I want to say, teach and share, but there are time limits, right?
As I leaned back in my chair, I took a deep breath, and looked up at the ceiling. There he was; my dad, G. Michael West. (We called him Dad. Mike. Grandpa). I felt his presence so strongly. He pops in often to help me/encourage me to write. He always told me I had the gift of writing and a “way with words.”
In my moment of overwhelm and decision making (What specific topics do I teach? How much do I teach? How long will this course be?), I heard him say, “What do you teach your students when they get worked up or overwhelmed? What do you tell them when they need to calm their energy? You tell them to step away, take a break, take a walk, take a breath. Now, Ya-hone-ee (Ya-hone-ee was a nickname my dad gave me years ago) relax and let the information come to you.”
Can you see me? I just popped myself in the forehead with the palm of my hand. Duh. Okay dad. You win. Funny! Thank you for that reminder! You always did know best.
As I calmed down and relaxed my hyper energy, it dawned on me that I had music playing. I was so focused, so in the zone, I forgot. Guess what song was playing? “Don’t Worry Baby” by the Beach Boys (1966). Yep. I like the oldies, sometimes. My dad did, too. I caught the tail end of this song. As I consciously paused and listened longer, the lights flickered a few times and I laughed out loud. THANK YOU for that reminder, Dad. Thank you for making your presence known.
Yes. I will stop, pause, breathe and let divine guidance step in. Guess what song came on next? “Grandpa” by the Judds (1986). Okay, okay dad. You win! I surrender to your help and guidance. Thank you! I love you! Excuse me while I go have a good cry now…
Side note: I just looked at my phone to check the time. It was 2:22pm (According to my book on Angel #’s, seeing the number 222 means: Trust that everything is working out exactly as it’s supposed to, with Divine blessings for everyone involved. Let go and have faith.
Message received, Dad. Thank you, again! xoxo