What's in Godde's pockets for you?

A story of two yellow stones

I picked up two stones, small, round, flat, and decidedly yellow. I put them in my pocket and continued to walk with the waves. Now and again, as the sun climbed higher, I reached into my pocket and played with the two yellow stones, jingling them like loose change, and thought of my daughter. 

I picked them up for her. She likes all things yellow and she collects stones as memories of her travels. I was certain she would like these two.

Weeks went by, maybe months. The yellow stones moved from my pocket to a nearby shelf to the cup holder in my car. At some point along the way, the second guesses arrived, whispering in my ear that the idea of giving stones to someone is a silly thing. She probably only keeps stones from her own trips. The stones that I chose would carry no memories for her. And these stones are really not very yellow, anyway.

Much later, my daughter told me a sweet story about a friend who saw something, something yellow, thought of my daughter, picked it up, and soon gave it to her.  Ellen shared how moved she was by this simple gesture. Then, I told her about my stones.  I went and found them in my car and I gave them to her. The two flat, yellowish stones in my outstretched palm, a simple offering, worth nothing of value, containing my memories and not hers, of a walk with the waves.

My daughter received the stones and smiled, cherishing them though they contained no memories for her and really, they weren't that yellow. What the two round stones did contain was a token of my love for her. And the proof that I carry her with me every time I walk with the waves and see a little something yellow.

Image by Bruno from Pixabay, edited

What if Godde was like that? What if Godde carried us with her throughout the day, always attuned to us, to our needs, to our desires?

This idea came to me after reading one of Katherine Tucker’s recent Mediations in The Spirit With Us. In her Meditation #50, Katherine addresses the question of what happens when we forget about our promise to talk to Godde, whom she refers to as Spirit:

The Spirit did not cease to do Her work while you were gone. You just fell apart for a little bit. This is to be expected. It happens all the time. 

The Spirit is simply delighted now that you have margin enough to remember. The Spirit has so many beautiful things to show you that She collected while you were away. Her pockets are full of small, curious treasures for you to consider. Some will speak to you now. Some may come in handy later. All will be exactly what you need.  

This lovely visual of Godde walking along picking up treasures for me is very precious. It reminded me of the time when I picked up the stones for my daughter.

Can you imagine Godde thinking of you, carrying you with her as she strolls along? Consider Godde thinking that you will love this, or you will definitely need that…and stuffing these curiosities into her endlessly deep pockets.  Just for you!

What’s in her pockets for you? 

Is there anything in the way of your receiving her gifts?