I believe in signs. The Universe always seems to send me messages through objects that are around me. Somehow my mind connects a person in my life or an idea about something that is happening to an object, so when I see this object, I immediately know that the Universe has my back. The list just gets longer and longer. Elephants, butterflies, anchors, and now lighthouses.
At first I thought the message was that I was supposed to be a lighthouse for others. I was reading a book that used this lighthouse analogy when explaining love. Sometimes people get lost. If one person acts as a lighthouse for the other, the person can sometimes find his way back. He can look for the light as he tosses on the storm of his own troubles. Later that day, the movie Jerry Maguire ended with Bob Dylan’s Shelter from the Storm.
Then I went to the beach. A large light house perches at the end of the cove in the center of Cape May. I saw lighthouses everywhere I went and continued to believe that this was my sign that I am lighthouse for others. My mom sarcastically reminded me that we were in Cape May, which is known for its lighthouses, but I just knew that there was a deeper message here.
But then, in the middle of one of my meditations, an thought arose: I am the lighthouse for myself. My inner being is the light within that leads me. It is my inner light that is guiding me through the darkness and tumultuous waves of thought. If I follow this guiding light that exists in me, I can get through my storms. How arrogant of me to think I could be this for someone else. They are their own lighthouse to follow, their own beacon in the dark that guides them to the truth that can only be found inside themselves. If my truth can only be found inside of me, why in the world did I believe that I was here to be that for them? This is not to say that the light we shine from within cannot sometimes act as an awakening for others, but in the end, these tall, bright structures that sit at the edge of pain and despair our own connection to Source. It is the individual’s job to search in the endless black for the glimmer of light that gleams within us. Until we do that, we are lost.
Trust. Trust. Trust