The Shark Speaks from the Rocky Mountains

I have learned to listen when The Mountain whispers, and The Sharks speak.

This is the first time I have heard the sharks in the mountains.

I hadn’t been on snow skis in four years. When I moved to the sea, I thought those days were over.  However, just in case,  I had packed a box of my favorite ski clothes and put it in my storage closet.

Then a few weeks ago I heard the mountain call.  This time she called through my son with an invitation to go skiing.

So much has happened in the last 4 years that it felt like 20 years since I had been on skis.  I went to the storage closet and headed to the mountain, telling my son: “ I might not ski, it will be fun just to see you in such a beautiful place.” Famous last words.

Like many, I have had several big changes in my life since those traumatic days of covid. I had had my own “dark night of the soul”. However, this is about Now, not Then. I retired from nursing and moved 1000 miles to live on the water. I am finding freedom from all of “the shoulds” placed on me as a child; and those I heaped on myself over the years.  Blinking in the Bright Light of my soul; I realized I was out of the matrix.  I AM Free! Now what? What does that even mean? 

One breath at time, one day at a time, and now one adventure with God at a time. Whispers calling me to faraway places; or to Zoom—where I commune with my eons-old new friends in sacred sharing of Spirit, meditations, or yoga.  Places where I hear the call of The Mother, the sea, the mountains, the sharks, ancestors, saints, or however God wants to speak. This still place within me where I go to listen. 

Along with my soul’s free voice is also the voice of my human consciousness. That sometimes-loud voice asking “how can we abandon all that we worked for?  What are we doing? We need to get centered.”  Sometimes that voice speaks up when I least expect it. A memory stored in my mind or body is triggered. “We should be working”.  My mind remembering it’s old training that life is all duty and work.

I stood on the edge of the ski slope listening to this. My son was probably half-way down the mountain already. I am brought back to the feeling of the old days. 

Then I see, almost in slow motion, a very young skier wearing a shark-head ski helmet— complete with a dorsal fin on top.  I hear and feel the familiar friendly voice of shark spirit.  “Don’t look back. Keep looking forward. Ski down the mountain.”  I looked  back to see the shark helmet again and he was gone. Just like that.

I took a deep breath and felt my lungs open to the fresh crisp air.  My legs trusting that the mountain will hold me up. I was skiing again! My son is here.  My body felt new and free. I felt whole. I am learning to trust this eons-old new voice. The voice of my Spirit Self. The voice of God calling a daughter home. Always calling  to me. When I make time to listen in the quiet, I can better hear when I am skiing down a mountain.

So much gratitude to the One within me. The One within All. And The Sharks on the Mountaintop.  And to my son for making the call.

Much love. Namaste. Sat Nam.
Adventure-Yoga-ScubaSoul
(aka Michelle)