Our inner wisdom, however we name it—intuition, Spirit, God, the Universe—always speaks to us in ways we understand. Our still small voice is the clearest, most dynamic guide for knowing what is ours to do.
Among the many types of books I write are movie reference books. As I revise my upcoming Countdown to Oscar’s Favorite Actors, I have been ordering movie posters for future book launch events.
Initially, I ordered a large 1-sheet poster of Clue, my children’s favorite movie when they were growing up. Dialog from the comedy continues to slip into conversations (“Our lives are in danger, ya beatnik!”). We revel in the mileage we continue to get from the humor.
Other posters I bought arrived, but not Clue. I later ordered several small replica posters, including an 11 x 14 of Clue. Yesterday, UPS delivered the last of all those mini posters, but I still haven’t received either Clue.
While meditating yesterday, it occurred to me that I have every poster I ordered, but I don’t have a Clue. The statement literally jolted me. I realized that the undelivered posters were Spirit’s way of telling me to look deeper into myself and my life situation. I either don’t have a clue about what’s coming, or I’m not seeing the clues the Universe is already providing to guide me along the next leg of my journey.
I contacted the seller this morning, only to learn that the Clue 1-sheet has been at the post office down the street for over two weeks. In other words, the spiritual clues I am seeking are very close. But no one’s bringing them to me. I need to go get them.
Recently, I read an interview with actress Kathy Bates in Success magazine. She commented, “Don’t know who said this, but it feels good to be lost in the right direction.” As I try a more free-flowing approach to living, I appreciate her sentiment. I may not relate exactly, but I have a clue.