For the week of October 22:

The Handmixer

Tonight I closed my eyes to center myself for writing and inspiration and I
saw in my mind’s eye a hand mixer, working away at something in a bowl.
Expecting something a little more exciting, I had to laugh at my own
hubris. And yet, a hand mixer is certainly what my life has been like these
last two weeks. I have been flung into a bowl, with a bunch of
miscellaneous ingredients and the mixer has gone to work.

I am feeling emotionally battered, brain fuzzy and physically exhausted. I
barely know which end is up right now. Nothing that has happened is
catastrophic but it has been unrelenting episodes of loss, heart break,
dread, sadness and gratitude.
As I reflect on that prosaic hand mixer and its determination to break
everything down and apart, it would be easy to focus on that process of
chaos and its resulting dismemberment. That is, it would be easy from a
3D perspective.
But these days, we are asked to step up onto a Light Bridge to observe
our world from the Observer’s Perch. I see not just the moment of
dismemberment but the whole of the process. That old hand mixer
doesn’t just beat ingredients apart, it blends them with others, so that
something new might be created. No, I am not enjoying where I am right
now, but something new will be birthed from this painful experience. And
from my observer’s perch, all is well with me and the world.
I say all of this not to teach you anything you don’t already know but to
remind you, and to remind myself, that the plan is greater than our little
manifested personalities. Heartbreak plays a part in that, as do all the
other human emotions and components. The hand mixer breaks us apart
so we can form again in new configurations, making us more than the
sums of our parts. Many of you are going through similar processes right
now. Like the Black Moon’s Dance, the hand mixer wakes us up and and
reminds us that no matter what is going on in our lives, we are creating
something new.
And as Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “it all begins when the soul would have
its way with you.”

***This guidance column was written by Jan Finley for It may be shared freely, but only when the author’s name and website are included.