So what happens when you Resurrect? Like, the 'post resurrection day number one?' (I laugh to myself).
For me, I took care of the tasks at hand. Up before dawn in time to make it to the airport. I was happy because my kitty there was sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. She saw my luggage, and I got to wish her good luck and say goodbye. I did the tasks, flew back home, drove back home, remembered to put the anti-rat boxes under the hood, and paused to examine the dead small lizard in the driveway.
I slept.
And in the morning, the first thing I saw in my mind's eye, before I woke up, was the face of my Kauai kitty, the feral mother to be.
I am grateful for the connection.
Today in a word, I was discombobulated. It was hard to focus. I took a nap in the morning watching football.
There's chores to do. I settled for unpacking, going over the mail, picking up my thyroid prescription, and getting Mexican takeout.
The outside turtle had dug a huge deep pit underneath the peach tree. I filled it in with a shovel and lots of elbow grease.
If I could give you an image, it's my Hawaii self pixellating away, and my new 'in the moment' self starting to come up on the screen. But instead of a two-dimensional screen, it's all my layers of self, the emotional body, the mental body, the etheric body, the akashic body, the physical body (which has a fever and cough), all of the layers...and it's Mercury Retrograde!
So I let go, and I allow.
Aside from the rebuilding and letting go, I learned something very important about myself on this trip. I got homesick. I used to think I wanted a lifestyle of being an invited speaker. I enjoy sharing and reaching out to groups. After over a week, I was ready for home. Hawaii is funny, it opens up for me, but then it's time to go home. On my last night I killed a cockroach in the bathroom. This was a nice resort! But I sensed it was time for me to leave.
My friend Robin at the conference is seventy. You would never guess. She used to teach when I did my fellowship. Her specialty was outpatient surgery, eye cases, and she had a nice fluid warmer on her seat so she could be warm. She and her husband just retired. She said about social security is that you try to make it to sixty seven to start collecting it, but also, you hope you live to like, eighty four. Because any longer and you run out of money. She and her husband were there. They are staying later because there's no work to return to.
At the grocery store where my pharmacy is, I saw a woman hoarding infant formula. She said that hers was contaminated. And recalled. The clerk said she couldn't take more than a certain amount. But she said they were different kinds. She didn't seem like a mom. And I didn't know what she was using to pay for it. But what I did see was she bought only that. And as I exited the store, I saw her walking back in. She did not make eye contact.
You don't see moms without kids.
It was very odd.
Times are strange, and spirit told me I am going to get a new bracelet. So I will listen to spirit now. Figure out what to make.
And perhaps I will pixellate back even more...after that.
Ross says to be gentle with yourself, and to be kind. These are difficult times. And he says to you, 'I love you'. Always to remember that.
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Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Ross and Carla
The Twins
