Another Full Moon…
It is another Full Moon. On every full moon, I tend to give myself some space. I now know that I am sensitive to the phases of the moon, and am subject to slipping towards the darkness if I am not careful. Something is different this month, I have been focused on where I am going instead of where I have been. Since the event with Shelley Yates and the firing of the grid, it seems I have been on a steady higher vibration.
For the past several years I have been fascinated with energy healing. Maybe because I have known that I am aware of energy, and I know I feel better when I stay connected to the higher energy of Love rather than looking at the darkness.
I know the darkness is there. People seem to carry the lower vibrations more easily because there are so many folks that talk about what is wrong, what they do not have, rather than being grateful for what they have and what is right in the world. But, since the 11th of July, I have been full of hope for what the future holds. I am learning to stick up for myself, setting boundaries, letting go of those that bring me down. It is so much easier to focus on the good now, and be grateful.
I am starting a new job. I was just hired to work with the mentally challenged. Considering that I have felt that way for many years, I believe it will be a very rewarding way to spend my time. Helping others. I am ready to not have crisis in my life. If it comes up, I feel certain that I will be able to handle it. Life is good. I have been blessed to have survived my life so far.
I spent the afternoon with my grandson. We drove out to West Sunbury and picked blueberries. They are a very high vibration food. I love the taste. Lucas, the grandson, finds frozen blueberries to be a lovely snack. We had fun picking together. He kept saying, “Holy moley, macaroni!” every time he would find a cluster of big ones. Perhaps he ate more than he put in the bucket, perhaps it was the hot afternoon sun beating down on us, but, when we got back into the car, he told me he was ready to go back to Grandma’s house. He wanted to have some quiet time. Two miles down the road he was sleeping.
I sometimes envy his innocence, his awe with all he so anxiously learns. He is a thinker. A wise soul has come to live in my immediate family. I am so blessed that he is here, that he likes to come to grandma’s house. He loves whatever food I fix him. Always veggies, fruit, nuts & seeds. I enjoy the simple things now. And I love the Peace in my life.
I must be growing…
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