Energy is starting to FLOW again–especially in my arms and hands! ( Moving injuries.) Back in elementary and high school, I’d often get into trouble for looking out the window. People drive by all day long here and have to slow down in front of my upstairs window because there is a speed bump outside of this group of townhouses. I do have my bird feeder out back and there are a few branches on our side of a tree that is in between us and the neighbor that I can hang a feeder from for Natasha (my sister’s cat) to google the birds… she likes to sit my window ledges and look out.
Spiritual Path: No aversions, No attachments, No preferences — Buddhism
I still marvel at the nice view I have. I’d prefer (but trying not to!) mountain views but since I’m here, it turns out that I get to look at the nicest townhouse in the whole place of rows and rows of townhouses. I think that the resident there must long for or perhaps miss a real home, evidently really enjoying working in the yard, his and the end unit next to it. He has the whole place edged with an electric edger and the grass is thick and green and he has flowers between the hedges that he trims and encircling the flowering tree in the front. I do love flowers and i get to look at his flower handiwork across the street from my window. He’s out there a lot tending to the lawn and flowerbeds. I understand that.
Yesterday, I re-potted two plants and planted a 3rd with flowers and added soil and miracle grow to all of them. There’s something about working with the earth and flower/plant kingdom devas (spirits) and being out under the clouds that soothes the soul and heals the heart and mind.
Arranged the downstairs pantry with my food and cooking stuff and today my bedroom closet is the aim–everything is topsy turvy in there from the move and I can’t find a thing!
Today I see more emails from students and clients which are piling up which needs tending to as well. Meanwhile, having traded bird watching for people watching as the background activity to my psychic work and writing is an interesting switch. Change (switching things around) is good as my youngest daughter said and its true. Yet, routine is good too (its comforting) and the current flow of energy will take me there eventually.
Opps! a UPS truck just drove by my window and maintenance guys in their golf carts try to whiz by speeding around the speed bumps when no car is parked in their way. Such is life in the townhouse community here… and the laundry is done so I need to flow it into the dryer. Just going with the flow is so nice compared to the intense rush and physical exertion of moving my sister and I into this place. This has been the month of polarities, for sure!
♫ Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream….. ♫
Go with the Flow!
PS — Oh, and that guy in the townhouse across from ours… he has pretty blue lights in this windows and across his door… lovely to see at night too (especially since the street light blocks out the stars at night which I’d prefer to see at night, but pretty blue lights are just fine too.
Actually, the blue lights remind me of the blue light surrounding the star Sirius which is where I’m from–yes, I’m an alien and starseed. You are too, but I won’t tell anyone so don’t worry.
He has quite a few blue lights out there… and you sort of feel like telling the guy that Xmas is over and to take down the lights but actually I think they’re pretty. And an adequate substitute for stars I suppose. They are beautifully placed and as tactfully, tastefully pretty as the guys lawn and flowers. LOL And I still see trees… an awesome pine across the street and another flowering tree and behind the rows of townhouses more trees tall and above the roof line. Dryer just buzzed… better fold clothes now.