Tag: painting of the day

Sunday, 5 January 2020

Today is bird count day – I count birds every Sunday and Monday from November to March or April. If a really cool or rare bird shows up on other days, unfortunately you can’t count them, so to have one show up on count day…wow! And, wouldn’t you know it, a red-tailed hawk decided to show up today, on count day! Unfortunately, he wasn’t close to the house and my camera lens wasn’t strong enough to get a crisp, clear photo of him. But it was enough to clearly see what he was!

In addition to count day, it was also “run errands in Ottawa” day too. We left just before noon and didn’t get back until 4ish. During our drive around Ottawa, we passed by signs for a Psychic Fair. At first, I joked we should go in and see what the year holds for us. After completing some of our errands, I had this strong urge that I needed to go to that fair and talk to someone. Mom, being Mom and knowing about my intuition, agreed and off we went.

I rarely go to another psychic for a reading. This is something I’ve been able to do for myself. I’ve always be very in-tune with my guides and deceased loved ones. Until lately.

I closed the door on my intuitive spiritual counselling business years ago and had no desire to open it up again. A few times I felt guided to do readings for special occasions… but not to hang a shingle out and do it full time again.

Until recently. I feel like I’m being guided to do something. I’m not sure what. As I’ve drifted off to sleep, I’ve asked for clarity to come to my in my dreams. And it has…as clear as dreams can be, which sometimes is not very clear. But I understood I need to listen to my intuition. Listen to what my body is telling me. It’s my best guide, best radar. Think of when you’re on an elevator and someone gets on with you. That overwhelming feeling that you need to get off NOW. Maybe it’s ringing in the ears, pressure on your head, heart racing, hair standing up on the back of your neck, goosebumps…

Off I go to the psychic fair. The energy hits me like a wet blanket on a hot humid day. It’s heavy, hot and feels like desperation. People searching for answers for everyday problems like love, finances, career… answers that come from within if only they’d stop searching outside for them. I walked around the room, checking the energy of each practitioner. Also checking the wait list. I had somewhere I needed to be and didn’t have a lot of time to be here. I found a woman that had one person signed up, after the client she was currently reading for. I added my name to the list and looked around.

I remember those days at the fairs…people walking around, being a practitioner and waiting for clients…the energy is exhausting, but sometimes – as a practitioner – this is the best way to get your name out there, to practice your craft, to help make a difference in someone’s life. They weren’t my favourite days but on a bright note, I did meet some amazing people.

My guides made arrangements to have me moved up the line and I was the next person being read. The reading went well. It was pretty much what I’ve been getting on my own but, even psychics need validation from an outside source every now and then. The bottom line though was to start listening to my body. It’s my compass, my pendulum. My art was also brought up as a way to conduct readings for clients. Very strange and unusual and something I need to sit with.

My guides are saying my early retirement is over and I’m needed back in the world. In a new way. (yet to share that info with me though 😉 )

My body is saying it needs a detox. I have a juice detox planned for this week, raw vegan food prepared for a couple of days and we’ll see how the week goes. Definitely time to smarten up and stay away from the foods causing me problems like dairy, eggs and gluten.

As I prepared to paint tonight’s painting, I was being guided to get the acrylic paints. I followed the guidance and continued following it. Funny, I just had the thought about my 365 Creativity Project that ended Dec 31. For almost all of those paintings, I had no idea what to paint. I followed by guidance. For an entire year. I guess I have been listening, at least in part. Anyway, back to tonight’s painting. I think it’s strange, stupid even, to write forgive with two infinity symbols on a painting. But, I’m following my guidance. They haven’t steered me wrong…ever. In fact, whenever I’ve gotten into trouble, it’s because I haven’t listened to them. Free will and all.

I give you…forgive. Forgive what’s happened, forgive what’s to happen. But most of all. Forgive you.

Take a minute and focus on the word forgive. See what happens, what comes to mind, what you see, what you feel, what you know.

I would love to hear your experience with this painting so please leave me a comment below.

Forgive.

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