My last post was about a divinely appointed meeting with a woman at Main Street Cafe in Hurricane, Utah. This led to a vision I had during meditation, a day or two after that meeting. A couple of days ago, one of the women I believe to have been a part of my vision, told me to write that vision…share it. Here it is:
I’m standing in a field behind my partner’s home. I know it’s his home, but there are no neighbors – it’s just fields, golden fields. I’m wearing a long, calico pioneer dress, but it’s not drab or boring, it’s quite beautiful. I’m pregnant and holding a wide basket or bowl, which rests upon my eight or nine month pregnant belly. I’m facing southeast, toward Zion National Park and I’m beautiful, in deep thought, staring off in contemplation. Out of the fields come women, one at a time, all older than me but different ages, who walk up to me and simply touch me, share wisdom, and/or smile. The non-verbal messages are that of encouragement and support in being where I am. I am pregnant and about to give birth to something….
The last woman to walk up to me is one that I did meet at the Main Street Cafe. She’s so beautiful. A 79-year-old woman who went back to college at 50, put her daughter through school, and has taught and lectured at BYU in Provo, Utah. She walked up to me in this vision and gently touched and cupped my elbow, then with a smile on her face, she pointed to the west and told me in thought, “See, they are coming.” I looked to the west and saw the Red Coyote Cafe, knowing I’d be working there at some point. To the west was a line of cars and people walking toward me. The message was to be patient and allow.
That was my vision and since then I’ve been meeting many women in southern Utah who are unlike any I’ve ever met before. They support each other and their communities. They smile gently. They offer love, encouragement, and resources.
A few weeks ago Jan, the owner of the Red Coyote became ill and I started to help out at the cafe. The second day I began to meet many new people, both residents and travelers. A couple former missionaries, a man walking across the country “for Jesus” as he told us, “homeless” people wandering by car and bicycle, and some locals.
I have experienced three wonderful weeks at this cafe. Yesterday I shared with a regular that I believe it to be a healing place for locals and travelers. Jan created such a beautiful and welcoming space and it feels like home for so many of us that are without a traditional home. I met Jan when I “ran away to hide” from the resort I worked at last summer, using the cafe as my coffee shop cruising sanctuary. She pulled me closer into her circle when someone shared my coffee shop blog article about the Red Coyote with her. It’s been a healing place for me and although my time healing here may be over, I know that my time here is not.
Yes, Jan Walker was one of the women in my vision. One of many beautiful women.