Once Upon an Instagram Account…
I’m notorious for having multiple Instagram accounts. It’s not because I’m shady; rather, I like to keep my “interests” curated accordingly. I know it’s weird, but listen, I hate when all I want is a cute cat video, but then I have to wade through hundreds of watercolor painting accounts because that was my last obsession. It gets messy, and it encourages scrolldom rather than intentional curiosity. So yes, I have a number of IG accounts, including one for my animals (because, duh). But I also started a “witchy” card-related deck when I first started getting into them. I happened to be talking to a friend about the benefits of using “IG Challenges” to get into the habit of consistently talking with the cards when I realized that I hadn’t posted since January 2022. It makes sense, though — as I became more aware through the cards and journaling, I became more confident in reaching for my “soul goals,” as I call them. The dreams I’d let slip away while life took me in a different direction. Coming back home to my spirituality made me return home to myself and all the things that bring me joy and allow my soul to shine. In retrospect, I think the cards knew it was time for me to let them go for a while, knowing full well that I’d be back again.
Because I think the key to figuring out life in these moments — of lostness, helplessness, and surrender — always comes back to the soul, and one way to talk with that soul is through cards. I have kept a fairly consistent record of my readings since I started using the cards. So I now have years of readings to go through for answers, and what I found surprised the hell out of me.
I found so much growth and change and patterns in looking at my readings, especially alongside my daily pages. They tell a story, these readings, and, like a book, they contain hidden messages we may never understand, or that might make complete sense in two years like I experienced.
Perfect example: I was recently acquainted with my writing spirit guide, and after doing a spread with her, I went to file it away (yes, because I’m nerdy like that, okay) and then noticed that she was already tagged in my journal database. Curious, I clicked in. Not only was she in my database, but the previous spread had been done around writing! She showed me who she was, but I couldn’t/wouldn’t see it then. But she was there the whole time.
As I read through my readings on my Instagram, I saw things I couldn’t before because I was too close to it then. What I see now is:
Doing a spread for my sister’s pregnancy woes
a few months later, she was indeed pregnant
Having the crazy idea to write 30 days of fiction based on card pulls
this led to one of my Sanctuary members coming into my life and becoming such a huge part of it!
Spreads around manifesting something
That “thing” actually happens
But even if none of those things showed up, I’d still feel like I’d been given a gift. Because what journaling (no matter what form it takes) gifts to us is perspective and perception. I chose to use that Instagram platform as micro journaling, and within that framework, I can see so many of the same benefits as going back to look at my actual journal entries. I see how much my perception and perspective have shifted or changed. I feel compassion and love for this version of me who struggled with things I no longer do, and it makes me feel in awe of this version of me who had plans and dreams of things that never came to fruition and those that did come true.
What this little trip down Instagram memory lane made me think about is that our spirituality, our guides, our inner wise selves? They don’t leave us. We might not be able to hear or feel them, but they are there. And they always welcome us back home when we’re ready.
