This is a really exciting series for me! I love lists. They help me stay on track, organize my thoughts, increase feelings of positivity and productivity, etc. I don't limit my list creating to to-do lists. I like to make gratitude lists, lists of favorites, bucket lists, and so on. I know I can't be the only free spirit that loves a good list! My dream is that one day this compilation of lists will be created into a book that will have my list on one page and space for your list on the next. These lists will all have one thing in common: they will be made for the highest and most loving good when I feel that I am in a state of alignment. I want these lists to mean something. It only felt most appropriate that my first list about ways to get into alignment.
Ways to Get into Alignment
2. Spending Time in Nature
4. Random Acts of Kindness
6. Practicing Gratitude
7. Releasing Fears/Beliefs/Things/Relationships that No Longer Serve You
9.. Write About Your Values
10. Ask Your Angels for Help
Here it is, part II of the spiritual experience in Jamaica. If you haven't read part I yet, I recommend scrolling down just a little bit to see how this story starts.
As we continued down the river on our bamboo raft, things started to get even more magical. The way the light looks in this photo is an accurate reflection of how the experience felt. Lennox kept giving us more tidbits of wisdom and sharing some stories about his daughter. At one point he pulled over the raft, climbed up a tree, and pulled down two beautiful flowers. The vibrant pink made your heart feel full and the smell was so fresh and sweet. He pulled some allspice leaves so that we could smell those as well.
We are taking it all in. Smelling the flowers and allspice leaves. Sipping our punch. Noticing every shade of green. Dipping our toes in the water. The water was surprisingly clear, you could see the sun dancing amongst the rocks. Lennox explained to us how the river was created by a volcano eruption and the majority of the rocks on the surface were flint stones. He smiles and tells us that he is going to get something very special for us. He pulls over the raft and starts digging out stones with his hands. He hops back on the raft and hands Jenni and I each a few pieces of flint stone. They are the most powerful stone that I have ever held. I am infinitely grateful. We grip the stones tight, feeling their vibrations and being mindful to not let them fall back into the river. These stones are so special and will forever be my most prized stone in my collection.
We express our gratitude for the stones and Lennox explains that he finds us very special and that he was happy we liked the stones, but that wasn't even the special gift. He paddles down the river a little more and pulls off to the side again. He insists that we can trust him and that he will leave our sight, but not to worry because he will come back. He didn't need to insist, we completely trusted him. We see him go under a barbed wire fence and disappear out of our sight.
Jenni stands in the river and I stay sitting on the bamboo raft. We are still holding our stones, still taking in every moment, understanding the beauty of where we were. Suddenly, an Rastafarian man with dreads down to his ankles comes around the bend on his raft. He is singing. "Don't worry... about a thing... 'cause every little thing is going to be alright..." I smile and I cry. I look at Jenni, she is smiling and crying too. We start laughing and crying together. This magical moment is in our DNA forever. I can still feel the sun, I can still hear his voice, and my heart recalls that exact magical feeling. It was a miracle. It showed me the potential of how amazing life can be once we start paying attention, staying in alignment, and having an open mind.
Lennox returns with handfuls of what looks like red seeds. He explains to us that these seeds are very special and they are used to make jewelry. He wanted us to have something to remember Jamaica by. As if there was anyway we could ever forget it.
While I was in Jamaica with one of my best friends, we had the opportunity to go on an excursion that involved floating down a river on a bamboo raft. I had no idea that it would be a day of a major shift in my spiritual awakening and deepen my connection to my higher self (As I started to write this, I began to realize that this story is so much more than just one post. So enjoy part one and please come back for part two later on).
The day aligned so beautifully, it is no doubt that our angels were guiding every moment. Jenni and I walked out to the place where the buses were lined up. A bright, beautiful bus caught our eye and we were excited for that to be our means of transportation to our destination. As the line of people got on the bus, it became clear that we would be on a plain, white small bus/large van. We weren’t disappointed though- we realized that we wanted to be one of the last pairs arriving in hopes of having a more private bamboo raft tour and this van was following the big bus.
Our flexibility was rewarded with us having the long very backseat to ourselves- leg room and a window for both of us. One of the most beautiful parts of mine and Jenni’s friendship is that neither of us ever fill forced to fill silence. On that bus ride we sat silently, taking in all of the beauty that was around us. We were so happy to be seeing more than just the resort. We wanted to experience more of Jamaica.
The bus weaved up and down the lush, green mountains on tiny dirt roads- when another car would pass, you could feel the collective group hold their breath. The views were unreal. The deepest green of the jungle in contrast to the bright blue sea, the beauty can bring tears to your eyes. We pass by vibrantly painted cement houses with a rainbow of colors hanging to dry on the clothesline. Goats roamed the streets and at one point we had to pause for a herd of cattle crossing the road. The businesses were also brightly painted, but the windows were covered in fences and chains. There was something so vulnerable and intense about the town. Everything was so beautiful, but there was a since that everyone understood that nothing is beautiful all of the time.
Groups of Rastafarian men sat on corners, playing cards and rolling dice. Small children walked around, drinking water out of a fresh coconut. I was in a different world than my own and I was grateful for the growth.
When we arrived to the place where we would be getting onto the bamboo rafts, Jenni and I were immediately drawn to the same guide. He must have been drawn to us as well because he turned away another couple and helped us get on board. We had planned on mentioning to our guide that he could hang back for a minute and let the rest of the group get a head start. Before we could speak, he smiled at us and said, “No rush, mon.”
No rush, mon.
As we begin, we stop underneath this intricate cement bridge. Our guide, Lennox, teaches us that the bridge was built by slaves in the 1800s. We sat underneath that bridge, looking up. It felt like someone was looking back at you. The spirits of those slaves definitely remain as a part of that bridge.
A part of the excursion was a limestone foot rub. Lennox covered our feet and legs in limestone right out of the river. The limestone helped us feel protected from the sun and it felt as if it was drawing toxins right out of our body through our feet. As Lennox is applying the limestone, I mentioned to Jenni that this is “the perfect time in our lives to be having this trip.”
Lennox looks up to me and says, “Let me tell ya something, Chelsie. Life is always changing. It is always perfect and it is never perfect.” I am in awe. His words moved me and are a part of my heart now. Lennox continued to impress us the entire tour. He talked about his own life, the Rastafarian culture, his experiences of Americans and other cultures, and life itself. I am forever grateful to have met Lennox.
After Lennox rinses the limestone off of his hands, we cheer with some rum punch. Lennox tells me there is something he wants me to do and holds out for my hand. I do not even hesitate as he leads me up to the front of the raft. The bamboo is slippery and the round shape makes it only slightly difficult to find my balance, but I find it. A few years ago (maybe not even that long ago), I would have politely declined Lennox’s offer. I would have been too afraid. I would of played small.
I played big. I trusted myself to let go of Lennox and hold onto the stick. I was seeing the view that Lennox saw. I saw the jungle of Jamaica laid out before me. I wasn’t afraid. I was brave, empowered, and guided. I understood that this was a spiritual assignment to play big. I was proud to show up for this assignment.
The rest of the trip held even more miracles. Miracles that are so beautiful and moving, they deserve their own post. Check back later for part two of this story!
Rose Quartz is a classic favorite. The stone of all types of love. We all have those mornings where we wake up and it feels like the ego is screaming in our brain- “you aren’t good enough!” Those are the mornings that I reach for my rose quartz and take in all its loving vibrations.
The rose quartz is associated with the heart chakra and opens us to unconditional love for ourselves and others. This is a great crystal to use with positive affirmations such as, “I am filled with loving compassion for myself and others.” Rose quartz can be used for emotional healing, raising self-esteem and provide a nurturing energy.
My rose quartz necklace was a gift from my husband on our 1 year wedding anniversary and was made by Marisa Imon. Marisa is a talented jewelry designer, songwriter and singer. Check out her Facebook- you won’t be disappointed!
The rose quartz point was a gift to commemorate mine and my husband’s wedding anniversary and is from Spirit Wings Gallery in Concord, New Hampshire.
The tumbled rose quartz stone is from World of Rocks in Ypsilanti, Michigan- my all time favorite place to get crystals.