Did you know, that God/dess prefers to go barefoot, laughs a lot, and is always happy?
Loves orange, wears blue jeans, and has read every book ever written?
Skips stones, plays in the rain, and rocks out?
Remembers birthdays, forgets arguments, and every day visualizes you smiling even more?
And, at this very moment, is accepting applications from those who wish to make a whopping difference.
Approved! Approved! Approved!
What I envisioned to write about this morning has completely gone AWOL, between “arguing” with a 6-year-old about a HEALTHY breakfast and not chocolate biscuits – which she reminds me – this a WITCH HOUSE – CHOCOLATE FOR BREAKFAST IT IS. Well then, between cleaning up litter, and missed “accidents” outside the litter boxes, and just sweeping the floors with my “magic” broom… oh yeah, I have one of those…
Inspiration then comes from the most unexpected places…
Eh, can’t say I enjoy being barefoot, nor do I like to play in the rain…orange, not my colour, the rest, I can do with… A hot Milo by a warming fire, a good book that holds you captive until the very last page, and then you so “oh very sad” that it has ended…
I forget birthdays too, a “date” is but a date, however I do celebrate the hatch-days, those days are important. However, I need a reminder… LOL.
Or maybe, just maybe, it is because other things are more important… like the rice shortage in China *giggles*, oi, have a sense of humour, it is good to laugh.
I feel or find myself in limbo. I realise that I have held my breath, thus takes a long slow inhale, and keep it in for a sec or two, and a slow release – allowing my energy to glow once again. My head feels a tad “spaced-out”. I stand back, and I evaluate the sensations, the underlying irritation wanting to bubble over. Finding the reason is always the first task at hand. It is not about the washing, or the drying or the kitchen that JUST NEVER stays clean… there is so much more.
Maybe today, part of me is begging for self-care, and self-love… a long hot bath, and as said… a warm fire… I love staring into the flames, of jumping from one form to another. It takes me to a long-forgotten time and maybe lifetime I have lived, and now, here I am in a modern “world”.
Maybe my soul is asking for a little bit of quiet. Quiet of the mind, slow breathing, and getting lost in thought, with no aim at all. Maybe today I am reminded as above to skip over rocks, play in the rain (not, cats do not enjoy being wet).
Many “maybe’s” today… however as we are nearing the turn of the tide as we folk call it, our new-year – maybe it is time for me too, to let go, to simply drift away, to allow the world to be the world for a little bit of time, and
tomorrow I can pick up the battle axe again and be ALL THAT WARRIOR WOMAN. Maybe today I must be soft, and mouldable. Not going upstream, refusing to be baited, refusing to hand my own very precious power over to people that truly and honestly do not deserve it…
See, stages of evolution are about the self, listening to the self, being true to the self. Knowing that no matter what happens outside the bubble, will still be there tomorrow, and worrying about it, is not going to make it disappear.
Thus, once again, with all my own MAYBE’S, I will tend my own inner garden, in order to have it wrapped and warmed for the cold days to come, may you have a blessed, whatever weekend you call it, enjoy it, in whatever you choose to do, do it with love, or do not do it at all.
Many Blessings as always
