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The three-hour trip from Tampa to Volusia County proved to be the true moments of healing and growing spiritually, rather than the entire two weeks she was gone – taking a trip down memory lane with family. Yes, she still had plenty of growth and healing at her disposal during those two weeks, but those three hours ripped at her soul.
It was to be a time of sharing, a time of putting her life back into perspective once again. She knew it was needed to evolve, to move forward to the next level. She put those childhood memories to rest while waiting to be picked up from the airport. Sharing would be one of the last steps to finally nailing that coffin closed. The rainy weather was symbolic of what was yet to come. A sore spot was ripped open when another involved themselves uninvited into her life. Words were spoken. She sat in the backseat stifling her cries as tears streamed down her face while life as she knew it was picked apart. Once home, the real tears poured as if to wonder if this was her space. The kitchen was amiss – plumbing in repair. She said, ‘This is supposed to be my home. What has come of it?’ She came to realize that she knew all along what was waiting for her. It’s one of her gifts, seeing the future, although not always recalling it, but implanted in her being. The day before she drove to her last destination. It was raining and tiring. She began to bite her nails, something she had not done in many years, nervous energy filled the space. She knew something was around the corner but what? It never took long for ‘it’ to unfold. Alone at last, she crawled into bed, cried tears until they were dry and realized she had to stop being critical – critical of herself and critical of others. Knowing what is no longer serving self is half the battle; now she had to recognize and curb that behavior learned from long ago. The wooden floors, which were painted a bright light blue, glowed in illumination, and wrapped around her into a restful slumber. The next day she felt somewhat refreshed and thought it was time to do some readings, to help others. On the way to put her name on the board, she saw someone yet again had invaded her space – someone painted her beloved faux rocks that were once her teacher’s, the Rev. Ben Cox, who is on the higher side of life. She stopped in her tracks and cried. It was not yet time to serve others. Earlier in the day she saw several ducks, an occurrence that happened the previous days as well. Instead of going to her regular animal totem site, she asked Siri. The answer: ‘Get control of your emotions.’ Signs are everywhere. On top of her own life path, she is an empath, feels the emotions of others in the community – cities, states, worlds and universes. She went to nature to rejuvenate; something that must be done on a regular basis, not only for herself, but so she can help others. And then there’s ice cream and good music. Blessings of Peace and Love!
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Vacation time is fabulous, especially when there is no one to answer to, although sometimes we must answer to ourselves.
She saw her sisters for the first time in seven years, which was at their mother’s funeral. They talked on the phone and kept up with one another. She couldn’t wait to see them, hug them, reminisce; still some worry crept in – going back home isn’t always the easiest. They fell back in time, stopped at their 105-year-old auntie’s home, a place of wonderful childhood memories – the piano with foot pumps just above the floor and a circular stool rested in the same spot from 45 years earlier. The fireplace sat dormant as well. The costume jewelry hung on the same wooden peg in the bathroom. She recalled playing with the beads for hours. Love those memories. Her favorite cousin was there, too. She rattled off family history to carry on to the next generations. Hugs are just so good. She went by the old neighborhoods and stopped at the neighbor’s who loved her mother and father so very much. Each shared new news and then remembered the corn roasts that were had just about every year she visited. One year she brought oysters and the neighbor shared that the shells still get tilled up in the garden on occasion. Hugs are just so good. A Friday night fish fry at the regular haunt is a must. She was connected to that place for oh so many years in her young adulthood. She shot pool and played softball for the family-owned tavern for many years. She also was a server for that same Friday night fish fry. Backstory: She first served up a Friday night fish fry at Paul and Plautz Bar, no longer there. When the work was done, she and her friends sat at a tabletop, played poker for quarters, dimes and nickels and drank beer until their little bit of money was gone. Those were the days. Sometimes she would play bingo with her sister and father. She went again to spend time with her older sister. They reminisced about those days too. She was reminded by her brother-in-law that all families are not the same. It’s sometimes hard to remember this. It’s also super hard to remember that everyone has their own perception of what went down, when and where. She let go of her own perceptions and let it be. She promised to move forward and to remember that everyone has a story they live by and that’s OK. She decided not to be so hard on herself. Peace So, yep I’m not in Florida anymore – no palm trees. I’ve been on vacation for four days. Obviously, vacation does not mean that I stop writing – writers are always writing. It’s true, rarely do I go a day without writing or having a thought about what to write.
The first leg of my trip is being spent with a childhood friend in LaCrosse, Wisc. Her name is Lori, too. We went canoeing – no worries about alligators here. We did reach 100 degrees on one day. Her children are coming to see me with their babies. I’m so excited for this. Backstory: Lori and I used to take road trips from Rothchild to LaCrosse. Back then the weather had no bounds for us. One time we made the trip in the wintertime to see her grandma and grandpa. He had selective hearing, which was hysterical. We got stuck in the bank after unintentional donuts on the highway near the Mississippi River. I had to push us out. Craziness! It is way different here in Wisconsin. I’m sleeping on a couch, and I love it. I haven’t had a couch in I cannot remember how many years. And her two dogs, Cora and Esperanza are a mix of breeds, but with herding tendencies. They haven’t completely warmed up to me, which is odd. Canines are my friends. They have not taken a bite out of my arse, yet, although it’s been close. They do take cookies from me though. It gives me hope. The craziest of things is, and I try not to get political in my blogs, Fox News is running almost every day here. If you recall, I do not watch the news, so it’s been a bit of an adjustment for me. My friend said, ‘It’s like NASCAR waiting for a wreck to happen.’ LOL The Blue Angles are in LaCrosse for an airshow this weekend. They’ve been practicing. When we hear them coming, we run outside to look. Simply amazing. I have tried my darndest to get that perfect pic. Be sure that I have seen some amazing tricks. Can’t wait for the show. This morning there’s a bit of a chill to the air. I sat in the backyard under a canopy relaxing and enjoying the scene. I noticed, yes, I looked for the signs, there are many birds – cardinals, pigeons, robins and morning doves. Birds generally symbolize freedom. I am free, and so are you! Peace P.S. I just checked my Facebook Page and a friend messaged me with a song reorganized by Lee Greenwood – ‘God Bless the U.S.A,’ and I heard the word ‘freedom.’ Love the synchronicity of that! It’s Mercury Retrograde, and I’m OK with it – pretty much always have been. I was born during Mercury Retrograde, so I’m immune. My friends tease it’s why I am the way I am. LOL.
Supposedly, all things to do with communication, travel and electronic gadgets not working correctly are areas associated with the retrograde. Electronic gadgets have not always worked properly when I’m around them regardless of what Mercury is doing. The thought has occurred to me that other people’s beliefs about Mercury Retrograde could make a difference in my world. Have I mentioned that I’m a freelance writer for a newspaper? Deadlines are real. This week I had been trying to get three articles written before I head out for a two-week vacation. This involves getting interviews with three sources for each story. I did get one story done for this week. I have two interviews done for the one story, which will suffice, but there’s this last one. It’s about stabilizing designated shoreline areas of the Blue Spring Run, repairing undermined and collapsed banks. Hundreds of manatees make it their home during the winter months. The project is part of an initiative of Governor Ron DeSantis. I reached out on Monday to a project manager at Florida Fish and Wildlife. I left a couple of messages during the week. He finally called me Friday afternoon to let me know that he could not talk to me until he got permission. I said that I need the story by Monday. He said he would do his best and apologized for the late response because “it’s been a week.” I said to myself no kidding. I’m still waiting to hear back from someone at Blue Spring, which is about ten minutes from me in Orange City. It’s OK because I can always go knock on that door. As for my travels plans, I had no idea it was going to be Mercury Retrograde when I bought the tickets. It is said that plans made prior to the retrograde will be fine. Guess what? All will be fine regardless because I believe it will be. There has been one snafu around my travel plans – one of my sisters forgot about other plans made on a couple of nights I was supposed to sleep at her house. Instead, I’ll be sleeping at my other sister’s place those nights. No big deal. On second thought, Mercury Retrograde can be about looking at the past. This could get dicey. LOL. It’s best to just go with the flow. I saw this while scrolling on Facebook: “Be so aligned, not even Mercury Retrograde can phase you” – SD Peace |
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