smilingsings
Spirit is always communicating with me. There are signs everywhere. Am I paying attention to this endless flow of information and guidance? The more attention I pay the more obvious the signs become.
It's as though everything I thought I knew had been revealed to be a lie. My entire foundation had been based upon a certain set of beliefs, a framework for life if you will. And now, back to square one. The revelations keep coming, the a-ha moments, the shift in perspective. Start over, begin again.
My home is where I am happiest. When it's clean, feathered and filled with friends and family I bloom, I glow, I radiate. Nothing fills me with more joy than a nest full of love.
It used to be I was the one to hide behind the hand-me-downs, the scuffed shoes, the hole in the knee. That was a long time ago, it has taken even longer to emerge from that feeling of being poor, not having enough; to step gracefully into being an elegant, poised, powerful woman of the world.
It wasn't behind the sofa cushion, not in the brush drawer or buried the carpet next to the mirror. "I can't go out like this," she wailed, "I look like a pirate!"
"You're just going to have to make do and wear some studs instead."
I couldn't get enough all of a sudden. Lifting weights, aerobics, dance, one activity after another. Something had taken a hold of me and I couldn't stop now, I wouldn't, this was too great, such a rush.
Her faith was held together tenuously, delicate stitches of trust weaving together, one demonstration at a time, to create a beautiful tapestry of hope, comfort and love.
Wet.
Wet all over.
Even my underwear is wet. But she's laughing and taking photos so I guess it was worth it. The things I do to make my family happy. There's nothing like seeing the face of a 12-year old light up, even if it does involve wet knickers. Thank heavens for the sun.
Eating sandwiches over the sink, or something directly from a can is not particularly special, but it gets the job done. Candles and napkins are not required.
Back and forth, forth and back, between holding on and letting go. Like a pendulum, I can't seem to remain in one polarity. Trust ... have faith ... surrender .... eeeee, yes, but, wait, there I go swinging to the other side again. Help.
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