What a day! It started out very cold and cloudy, stayed cold, but the sun came out here and there with a sprinkle of showers, a rainbow and ending with another spectacular sunset.
My nephews visited this afternoon. We had a wonderful time catching up and playing rummolie!
They brought a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers for my mom, which inspired tonight’s painting.
I forgot to mention the two bird sightings today: a cedar waxing took a few minutes rest in one of the dead trees in the backyard and a cooper hawk was sitting on the grass! The photos aren’t the greatest but are good enough to identify the birds!
I woke up today with a lighter heart…lighter and happier than the last couple of days.
My curious nature has me wondering the cause or causes for feeling blue/heavy…
Lack of sleep the last several nights?
The lead up to, and the day, the anniversary of my Dad’s crossing over?
Two cloud covered, white sky, zero sunshine days?
Being in the office…a toxic environment for highly sensitive people?
Not being in nature for several days.
Binge watching TV?
When I don’t :
get enough sleep and eat at regular intervals, I feel like a 2 year old who hasn’t had her nap and find I am not able to cope with even small details. Life seems like a challenge I am not properly prepared for and I feel a meltdown brewing in my solar plexus…ready to erupt.
Spend enough time in nature, I get clouded and loose my connection to earth’s heart beat and rythm.
Have enough sunshine…I am lifeless…less energy, less will.
Spend too much time with large groups of people, I soak up their energy, take on their problems, feel their pain, sorrow, anger, loneliness, unworthiness and it is overpowering.
Add all of this together, plus whatever is going on with the planets in my sign, and it’s the perfect mixture for a perfect storm.
As I write this, I’m reminded of the natural rythms of the universe…the ebbs and flows. Also the Bible verse from Ecclesiastes (ch.3) – or Turn, Turn, Turn by The Byrds – to everything there is a season…
4. A time for tears, a time for laughter; a timefor mourning, a time for dancing… 8. A time for loving, a time for hating; a time for war, a time for peace.
This is a timely reminder (or a friendly kick-in-the-butt) to get back on track with putting my needs first…making me a priority. Over the summer, I got away from going to bed early, limiting tv – especially before bed, staying away from the news, connecting with God and Jesus, and connecting with mother Earth. As I write that last sentence, I feel a longing so deep and strong. I know these words are true as they’re resonating deeply within.
Thinking back, I used to pitch a tent every summer and sleep outside as much as I could. I stopped doing that last year…something spooked me.
And somewhere along the line fear took over. I forgot to let go and let God, that there’s a reason for everything, to trust and believe…I need to get back to that place…I want to get back to that place…I long to get back to that place. I will get back to that place. I am back to that place. I am smiling. I am at peace. My heart skips a beat as I am filled with joy.
Twelve years ago today, I stood by my father’s side as he drew his final breath. An hour later, standing at the foot of his deathbed, I gave my first mediumship reading. I felt joy like I’ve never experienced…a feeling that has no earthly words to describe it. I saw a bright yellow light from above bathing his lifeless form. I knew he was already home. I knew he was safe. I knew he was beyond happy.
Today, I still get signs from him. I feel him close. There are days I’d trade all of my tomorrow’s for just one more day with him, here, on earth. Some years, this day is happy and light. Some years it’s heavy and dark.
I struggle with death and grief…I know the deceased is in a better place. I’ve felt and seen a glimpse of the other side. So I know joy and feel joy…sometimes even a stab of envy, when a loved one crosses over. I communicate with them. They are there when I need them… more so than when they were alive. So I guess I figure we shouldn’t have to grieve if we’re still in contact with them. Nothing has changed…yet everything has.
I have been checking every day and they were doing well. Today, two are gone…hoping they have found a safe spot to begin their next phase. The third one…the first I had spotted, has died. I believe everything happens for a reason and we don’t usually know what that is but…even still, it was disheartening.
On a lighter, happier note, I had a lovely dinner with my sister and her family. I took the ferry home…a beautiful serene option instead of city traffic and noise! Tonight’s photo is of the sunset on the Ottawa river taken from the ferry.
That’s it. After witnessing the beautiful, stunning, can’t-take-my-eyes-off-it sunset, mixing with the clouds tonight, I’ve decided when I return home to Heaven, I want the job of creating sunsets!
Imagine it, painting the sky orange, yellow and red, tossing clouds in here and there… wispy ones, large cotton candy ones, funny shaped ones…add in sundogs… The fun, the joy! Ahhhhh
Every morning I walk around the veranda removing spiderwebs from around the hummingbird feeders and key areas that dragon flies, butterflies or other little creatures might get stuck and become spider bait.
This morning was a different story. The fog had rolled in over night and with it a heavy dew kissed the grass and leaves…and the spiderwebs. I am in awe of the beautiful intricate designs these creatures create. Just stunning!
Needless to say, I didn’t remove the webs this morning!
