Re-Ensouling

Imagine the feeling of being in the ocean full of peace and expansion while facing the wildness of the unknown.

The Seventh Day

After a week of eighth-grade graduation events, an overnight at Kah-Nee-Ta on the Warm Springs Reservation, floating the river with a gaggle of young teens and a few brave parents, an early flight to San Diego, and days spent retreating with Spirit and fellow humans, life had been fast and furious and beautiful.

The day at the ocean was the seventh day.

The day I had to myself, knowing I was being called to the trails and then to the ocean to rest, to breathe, to honor this life I get to be in.

I was giddy as my feet hit the sand. No phone. No one to answer to but myself. I laid out my towel, smiling at the people around me as they relaxed and enjoyed nature’s beautiful creation. Joy, peace, and the unbridled purity of the child seemed to emanate from the earth itself.

I made my way into the ocean, diving in and moving toward the large swells. I stayed out there for a while—gliding under them, riding them in, and allowing myself to get tossed in “the washer,” as a dear friend likes to call it. Feeling the rush of a wave moving through my body is pure magic every single time.

As I floated there, I began to understand life as a series of initiations, the pathway of our humanity and the refining of the soul.

There are times when we get a break between waves. Everything feels calm and steady. And then there are times when we’re hit with a succession of waves, one after another.

Sometimes initiations feel smoother than others. We feel them coming, and we’re able to ride them. Other times, we aren’t ready. Maybe our backs are turned from the horizon, or our gaze is fixed downward, and the wave catches us by surprise.

In our human lives, these initiations arrive as death, endings, health challenges, systems falling apart, struggles at work or school, relationship upheavals—you name it. They are all part of the experience and the initiations we invite into our lives so that we may grow.

Because of the nature of life, re-ensouling is non-negotiable if we hope to weather the storms and tend our own divine flame.

I recently had the opportunity to be in community, learning and co-creating ways to amplify the Light in the world. One of the lovely healers on the journey, Stephanie Ansin, shared the deeper meaning of Sabbath as taught in the Jewish tradition.

Shabbat comes from the Hebrew root word shavat, meaning “to cease” or “to stop.” In Exodus 31:17, God ceases from work—vayinafash. The root of that word is nefesh, which means soul or breath. Oftentimes, language from sacred texts is taken literally and loses its deeper meaning in translation.

What this all means is that we need to find space within our week to re-ensoul. To breathe in the breath of life. The breath of God and to reactivate our inner flame, our deep connection to the Divine, and the memory of our existence as energetic beings of Light.

Without that, there is a kind of death—not in the literal sense, but in the way that life stops us in our tracks when we fail to remember ourselves. When we don’t take time to breathe and reconnect to our sovereignty and sacred belonging, the invitations become louder.

They come in the form of breakdowns, exhaustion, or challenges in life forcing us to stop, reset, and go deeper.

My own re-ensouling day proved helpful as I met my own test.

As I gathered my belongings to head to the airport, I encountered a funny obstacle. I had only brought a towel, sunscreen, and my rental car keys to the beach, leaving my phone and bag locked in the car. Before heading into the waves and wandering along the shoreline, I had tucked my keys beneath my towel in the sand.

As I shook out my towel to leave, I thankfully remembered the keys.

I immediately dropped to my knees and began running my hands through the sand, certain they would emerge. It didn’t take long to realize it wasn’t going to be that easy.

I found myself laughing as I dug through an increasingly large patch of beach, clearly not getting the job done. This experience felt familiar, like the beginning of an adventure.

I called in reinforcements from the couple next to me, and suddenly there were three of us sifting through the sand, hopeful we’d uncover the treasure. After some time, I realized we needed more help. I flagged down the lifeguard driving along the beach, hoping he might have a metal detector.

“I don’t have one,” he said, “but I do have a rake. I’ll be back.”

Sure enough, he returned with a small metal detector and a rake, which caught the attention of the young family nearby. I handed the metal detector to their four-year-old, and suddenly the search became a group effort.

And through it all, I had an unexpected sense of trust. I knew the keys would be found. I trusted there would be enough time to make my flight.

As the father of the two young boys walked back toward his spot on the beach, his foot kicked something up from the sand.

The keys! It was a moment of celebration for all of us.

A beautiful reminder to ask for help and trust without panicking. I also had asked the Angels.

I realized that the deep ease I felt in that moment had come from the breath of my day—from the space I had created to nurture my nervous system and cultivate inner peace. The seventh day, put into practice.

I thanked all of the good Samaritans and realized I would now be cutting it close for my flight. And then came another small miracle. Not only did I receive an upgrade, but my flight had been perfectly delayed, opening up just enough time for me to drive to the airport and move with ease.

Because of the nature of life, re-ensouling is not optional if we hope to weather the storms and tend our own divine flame.

So take the time to place your feet on the earth. Breathe deeply. Make space for peace so that you can meet the waves of life with grace.

Let’s give ourselves permission to rest. To create space to stoke the Light within that connects us all. This isn’t indulgent but necessary to remember who we are.

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My healing experiences have reminded me how important it is to heal through community. I am planning on hosting consistent in person SW Portand monthly gathering in the fall titled “Bring it to the fire”, creating opportunities to release, be witnessed, alchemize, and hold space for one another. I am also happy to give you tips on holding your own gatherings, as I would love to see them pop up all over the world.

Please reach to me if you are interested in being notified about dates marisagrim@gmail.com.

And if you would like to schedule a numerology or coaching session with me you can find me on email as well.

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