Threads of Alignment: A Day in Divine Flow
Today felt like a quiet journey of alignment- a day full of subtle yet powerful moments.
It started with a simple prayer with my mom, just the two of us sitting in stillness before the day began. Lately, I’ve noticed her spending more time in bed, feeling low. Part of me wants to pull her out of that space, but I’m realizing that it’s not my role to change her path.
My role is to love her where she’s at; whether it’s buying those lottery tickets she asked for or giving her something meaningful. These small acts of love feel like tiny seeds of connection and healing. They remind me that prayer is a bridge, a way to weave the physical and spiritual together without force, just by showing up and leading with love.
At work, there was a noticeable shift in the air. One of my team members, who I had a heart-to-heart with earlier this week, came in with a lighter energy and took more initiative. Another team member opened up about personal struggles, asking for my advice and sharing how much she values my perspective. And then there’s Kat, with her vibrant energy. She once prayed for Jesus to find me, and now she’s sharing how our conversations have expanded her understanding of Christ. These moments remind me of how my alignment ripples outward. I’m letting go of over-giving and clearing out superficial connections, making room for deeper, more authentic relationships. It’s a reflection of how I’m honoring my energy while holding space for others to grow.
By the time I was driving home, I felt drained. I’d gotten a magnesium and taurine IV during lunch, which always deeply relaxes my body. I didn’t feel like going to the gym, let alone running out at 7:30 PM to buy those lottery tickets for my mom. But my higher self nudged me: “Get up. Get dressed. Go.” So I listened.
On the drive, memories of solo traveling through Europe and Bali came flooding back. Back then, I felt safe, free, and fearless. It hit me how much has shifted since those days how cautious I’ve become after my marriage and the awakening that followed. Even driving at night has sometimes felt uneasy. But tonight, I pushed through that discomfort. Just being out on the road by myself felt like reclaiming a small piece of my sovereignty.
That unease I feel at night? I don’t see it as a weakness anymore. It’s a sign of my sensitivity, my mastery, an invitation to ground myself and anchor my energy even in unfamiliar environments.
At the gym, I felt awkward at first. I grabbed two kettlebells and headed to a corner, but I didn’t have a clear plan. People around me were moving with purpose, and there I was, fumbling to find my flow. For a moment, I felt out of place, but then the guidance came: “Breathe. Focus. Drop into your body.” So I did. I tuned out the noise, tuned into the music, and narrowed my focus. Slowly, my body found its rhythm movements that felt like a blend of Tai Chi and Kung Fu, with light language gestures naturally emerging. It was as if my body was relearning how to hold and move energy in a way that was both structured and free-flowing. It felt like a dance of surrender and trust, helping me deepen my connection to my physical vessel as a portal for divine energy.
Each motion became a way of grounding, anchoring, and reorganizing my energy. It mirrors how I’m navigating life right now: balancing action with flow, focus with receptivity. The vibrations I’ve been feeling in my body lately reflect a deeper recalibration. It’s like my energy field is reorganizing itself to hold more light, more power, more flow.
That self-consciousness I felt at the gym? It’s just an old layer of insecurity shedding. The more I surrender to my unique flow, the less I care about how it looks to others. I’m rewiring myself to move in alignment with my own energy signature, even if it doesn’t look conventional.
After the gym, I stopped by Publix to buy the lottery tickets. It felt symbolic. Earlier, I had prayed for abundance for the freedom to reclaim my time and fully step into my divine work. Buying those tickets felt like an act of trust, a way of saying, “I’m open. I’m ready.” It wasn’t just about the tickets it was about the sacred exchange between intention and action.
Looking back, it’s all connected. The morning prayer with my mom, the shifts at work, the gym, even running that errand it all wove together into a canvas of alignment. Even upgrading my internet earlier in the day felt symbolic: I wanted faster, clearer connections for work, but it also mirrored my desire for clarity and flow in my life.
Every moment today carried meaning. From nourishing my body with that IV to anchoring my energy at the gym, to planting seeds of healing with my mom, each piece felt like part of a greater divine flow.
The message is clear: Keep trusting the process. Keep walking in alignment. Keep showing up for myself, for others, and for the divine unfolding of it all.
