Ask and you will be shown the way!

As some of you know, I split my time between the bright lights and hurly-burly of Central London and the peace and tranquillity of a small village in a rural part of northern Spain. Those of you familiar with Spain will know that Asturias is a province of outstanding beauty, giving the Alps of Austria and Switzerland a run for their money, home to Celtic legends and rituals where magic is practised regularly and quite openly.

Asturias is a gateway to the Cordillera Cantábrica, a dramatic mountain range separating Spain’s northern coast from its great central plains. Here is where I go walking. After a week packed with readings and intuitive assessments, this is how I clear my mind, ground myself and reconnect with the universal life force.

And so the other day, I packed my rucksack and headed out to a place blessed with so much ecological, ethnographic and cultural wealth that UNESCO has awarded it one of their prestigious ‘Man and Biosphere’ site designations.

I began my walk into one of Spain’s most protected landscapes to view high pastures where herds of cattle and flocks of sheep remain common sights and to look out across a series of picturesque summits in the Somiedo Natural Park.

From the description in my hiking guide, I understood this to be a gentle route and that, although much of it would be trackless, there was the implication that the way would be obvious. Perhaps I was distracted by the beauty of the landscape. Perhaps I was hypnotised by the melodic chimes of the cow bells. Or perhaps the warmth of the spring sun sent me into some kind of daydream. Even though I had a rough idea of where I was supposed to be going, I found myself going farther and farther adrift.

Of course, it didn’t help that the terrain in this part of the world is frequently marked by loose limestone. As such, you can spend as much time looking down as you do in the direction you are walking. With each foot forward it seemed that I was becoming more off course. My so-called ‘gentle route’ had been more of a hard slog.

Eventually, however, and after a few embarrassing backtracks and several unnecessary ascents and descents, I reached the penultimate point of the walk – the summit of Picu L’Oubiu, at a height of 1,363 metres a great vantage point over the surrounding countryside. From the peak I was able to trace my original drive through the villages far below which now seemed dizzyingly small, like a mere collection of dots. And then, I began to wonder how on earth I was to make my way off this mountain to another dot I could see – my car. I wondered and I prayed:

Where is a sign when you need one?

Every way I looked, the mountain edge vanished into what I imagined was a sheer drop. Turning round and going back the way I had come seemed too much of a defeat to contemplate. And then just like that, a tiny bird landed on one of the many natural rock formations that jut out of the mountain like some sort of lunar stalagmite.

As soon as I noticed it, this tiny bird teasingly turned away and took flight. But as it did, it dislodged one of the rocks on which it had been perched. Then I saw what had escaped me – a cairn. The bird had remained just long enough to call my attention to a small mound of rocks, the kind used by walkers to mark paths. From the first, I found the second and so on as I began my way down.

During my descent, I thought how my walk that day was analogous to life and how many of us live. There I was going forward with only a vague notion of where I wanted to end up. With each step, I became distracted and lost sight of my desired destination. The more I carried on, the more off course I seemed to find myself. I had no map and in the end didn’t know which way to turn.

And at that point, I was offered a sign to literally show me my path. Luckily for me, I was perceptive and open enough to see it. When I needed it most, it appeared. Of course, I’m not unique in having received such a sign. The Powers That Be send signs to all of us each and every day. Some are big signs and some are not so big signs. But all of them are worthy of our attention. Therein lies the key – to recognise them as signs and to pay attention to them.

Too many of us need some sort of obvious supernatural event or what we might call a miracle to consider it a ‘sign’. These, unfortunately, are also commonly the same people who claim they’ve never personally been given one. If only they wouldn’t dismiss what the Powers That Be offer them as being somehow too mundane to be real or significant.

When we need help, help is available. All we have to do is to allow ourselves to be aware of signs and to accept the direction we are being shown. What do you do when you’re driving and you see a road sign saying ‘This Way’? Do you stop your car, get out and touch the sign, feeling it to make sure it’s real? Of course not. You know it’s real. And you follow it. Signs being offered to you in other parts of your life are just as real.

You are being shown the way all the time and all around you. But can you see your signs? Or do you need confirmation of what they are telling you? If so, then perhaps a reading might be of help. Each week I provide just such guidance for people who need direction or reassurance. Your life is too precious and your time too valuable to wander aimlessly! Click here to read what people say about my readings.

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Thanks again for all your support and until next week,

Kindest regards,

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