The grass bowed in the wind to the Spirit of the Birch trees. In a gentle reply the Birch trees extended out their branches like arms and swooped down, gently caressed the tops of the blades of grass.

The Sun’s rays beamed down and danced a joyous dance upon the grass and the Birch trees. Blessing them all and thanking them for their cooperative work.

Then I came to the Birch trees and sat in the warm dark green grass. As the heavenly Sun shined upon me uplifting my soul, I asked the Spirits “what must I do to fulfill my life’s purpose more fully?”

My Spirit Guides arrived next to me and sat down in the grass beside me looking at the Birch trees with me.

The Native American one on my right side, he says, “Be at peace with yourself. Be at peace with yourself. You must first be at peace with yourself then you will fulfill God’s purpose for you.”

The little girl Spirit Guide on my left side says, “You are growing up. You are growing up. You are growing into your Spirit.”

All of a sudden, I am a Birch tree having been cut down by the beavers floating in the creek of my father’s woods. I am floating along alone in that creek with my branches sticking here and there and everywhere running into the shore and rocks and other things that make my journey difficult.

But then after awhile of this traveling alone on my journey, a Birch tree, floating, trying to survive its passage, my Spirit Guides appear.

They appear on top of the log, which in essence is me. It is my soul, my body, my mind, my everything…my complete being. The little Girl Spirit guide is riding on the front with her strong made of oak oar and he, the Native American Mayan Shaman, rides on the back with his oar of oak. Gently, they start to guide me down the creek. Steering down the path that was meant for me with its currents and bends, rapids and placidness of waters, they guide my Birch tree essence towards the inner peace that will fulfill my purpose…

God’s purpose for my life.

Copyright: Theresa Dolata