Finding Joy in the Unknown

fallen tree leaning on a boulder covered with many shades of green lichen, with orange leaves on the ground and a bare forest in the background

When I first asked a good friend to do a reading with me in the wake of personal upheavals, I felt like a very cliche client in the new-to-me world of energy work. The concerns eating away at me were so boringly universal: love, finances, parenthood. But the session was extremely personal and helpful. More than a decade later, I still have my notes, and I still refer to them from time to time.

One of my current projects is a book-length manuscript about mediumship, and I’m thoroughly enjoying better understanding the field from an insider’s perspective. One of the many things I’ve learned is that the people who do this work are very different from one another. I gravitate toward those who ask as many questions as they answer and make us do our own work—because they recognize that we all have something sacred inside.

And with that in mind, here is a link to “Becoming Human,” a lovely piece of writing by “ordained minister, mystic, medicine man, teacher, permaculturist, beekeeper, international speaker, and lover of all forms of life” Angell Deer, published a year ago but more relevant today than ever. With a couple of excerpts below.


Can you meet with all your heart the mystery, the not-knowing, the invisible, and the infinity of the universe with the same joy as the presence of your own fragile and dying skin?

Can you feel the presence of God in the dirty dishes, the dying tree, and the compost pile?

Can you gift the turmoil of your anger, confusion, and separation to your altar without expecting anything in return?


The true test is not whether you can access other realities, have connections to other worlds, sit perfectly in ceremonies, knows the right prayer, or access the guidance of divine masters.

The true test is whether you can sustain the vibration of Love amid life's most painful experiences and struggles.

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