What’s the Meaning of This?

I mentioned a couple of posts ago that I injured myself within a short time of arriving at Vancouver Pagan Pride last Saturday. Shortly after arriving at the park where the event was being held, I went to use the bathroom. It was one of those “vandalism-proof” bathrooms that looks more like a prison than a bathroom. After washing my hands, I stepped out of the bathroom, and my left foot caught the edge of the ramp, turned, and I landed on the ground. My shoe landed in the bathroom behind me and my sunglasses went flying. The first injuries I noticed were my left ankle, which had turned, and my right knee was scraped and bleeding. My palms were a little scraped, as was my right elbow, though not bleeding.

As the day wore on, my left ankle didn’t hurt anymore, but my right wrist, shoulder and hip were all quite achy. It wasn’t until the next day that the bruises showed up.

I’ve been thinking about what the message for me could be from this injury. Two statements have been running through my mind:

• Everything happens for a purpose.
• Nothing has meaning except the meaning that you give it.

One possibility is that I wasn’t grounded. We spent the night before on a friend’s sofa bed, and got up very early to make the ferry, and I skipped my morning meditation.

With the help of a friend, Sandy March, who also does amazing Akashic Record Clearing, I explored other possible meanings a few days later. The first thing she pointed out was that all of the lasting injuries happened on my right side, and the right side of the body has to do with the future. I mentioned that all of the major joints on my right side except my ankle were hurt when I fell. Using Louise Hay’s book You Can Heal Your Life and Karol Truman’s Feelings Buried Alive Never Die we determined that joints have to do with changing direction and moving forward.

Another synchronicity that came up for me while we were talking is that the goddess Hecate has been present for me ever since I went to the Mother Church in Index at the end of June. Yesterday I read this article about Hecate. It says She is primarily a goddess of change.

We looked at what was going on just before I fell. I was getting out of “prison” (the bathroom), and tripped on the first step. It wasn’t even a particularly difficult step. I just wasn’t giving it the attention that it needed.

The conclusion we came to is that change is coming in my life. (Duh, change is constant!) And I need to give my full attention to the first step, or it is going to trip me up. Now I am more aware, and I can make sure I am giving my full attention to the actions I take, and not stepping without looking.

Of course, it could still mean nothing more than that I fell.

Blessings,

Mary