Soul Adventurer,

I offer this as a gift – the first in a series of true-life stories.  May they bring the inspiring breath of life more deeply through your mind and body, helping to energize all that you wish to co-create in the world.

Please let me know how this resonates – I love hearing from you!

With Love, Christy

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The inspiration arrived like a thunderbolt.
Celebrating my husband’s birthday with a fishing expedition off Vancouver Island, British Columbia, I’d made the unusual request to be dropped off on a tiny, sparsely inhabited island. My husband and his friend were venturing into rough, open waters, and I’d had more than my share of this form of “character building” the previous day.
I surveyed the terrain and set off exploring the island’s interior. The trees welcomed me, so I lingered with them a bit, but the beautiful cove on the opposite shoreline spoke to my heart. Making my way to the sandy beach, I settled gratefully into its warm embrace.
Nourishing myself with a light lunch, I found the sun-dappled waters irresistibly drawing me forward.
Assuring myself of privacy with a quick look around, I stripped off my clothes to accept their invitation.

Swimming into the cove, I could imagine no more perfect way to commune with the elements, allowing their wisdom to literally wash over me.
Schools of fish darted past, roiling just under the surface.

Alert to the presence of sea mammals hunting below, I marveled at my lack of fear. The ocean demands respect, and I was unaccustomed to diving in alone.  I simply knew in my bones that I was most welcome, and at that moment, no harm would befall me.
Taking my fill of communion and giving thanks, I returned to shore, eagerly anticipating a sun-kissed nap.

Nestling into the sand, I gave myself over to the earth, relaxing my body completely.

I had hoped for sleep, but that was not to come. Receiving the incredible support of the energies surrounding me, I considered the question burning in my soul.
The tug to be of greater service had become unrelenting in recent months. Books I’d not yet authored appeared in completed form within my dreams, vanishing as I awoke. Potent allies I’d not yet met collaborated with me, round-table style, names eluding my waking consciousness. The time had arrived to expand beyond my comfortable local counseling and coaching practice. There was something I needed to do, but what?
“The call is strong. I know the time is now. What is the next right step to move forward and serve the larger purpose of my soul?”
A website flashed before my eyes.
Hesitating, a painful memory brushed my mind of an earlier website. I had poured love into it but it fell apart after my life had disintegrated and I’d barely found the courage to rise from the ashes.

Fortunately, I’ve never been one to shy away from messages of the spirit.
“All right, what form shall this take?”
Listening intently, I noted my steady heartbeat.
“I recognize you as a true friend. I’ve patched you with band-aids and bailing twine, and you keep showing up. In doing so, you allow me to be present for other people. I’ve been called a healer, but I’m not. People heal through their own connection with the Divine. I simply hold sacred space to help them tap into that connection to begin transforming their lives. At heart, I’m not a healer, I’m an alchemist.”
The shock of this truth coursed through my body. Breath catching, I sat bolt upright.
“That’s it! The heart of an alchemist. The Alchemist’s Heart.”