I just heard myself say out loud: “I can’t stomach this any more” and it has to do with more than sweets. There have been so many false substances in my life. Time to get a new stomach! A new Life 💜
Feelings come up from nowhere and “cross the wires” of logic. In this inner flow is thought and action or no action depending on the heat, the depth, of feeling.
I was thinking that I’d like to live in a housing community to be in service to others. After processing this thought from different angles I realized that my job is this community. I feel so comfortable with the woman I work for and with. We have so much fun watching her babies develop and change. It’s a new experience for me to feel this comfortable. The clarity is like a being in a weather pattern I’ve not felt before. A sign of New Earth?
I booked my first official energy healing session. More service to others. 💜 More New Life as the old passes away. I learn what this means as I process —in process of feelings crossing wires.
And at the same time my volcanic (more underground in fire than logical in air) eruption of feeling changes my landscape. Do I run and hide from this? Do I apologize to others for this? What is “this?” Pressure that turns the wheel of personal expression. Pressure that changes weather systems. I stand in this pressure that is both creative and destructive. “Constructive” comes to mind (crossing the wires of logic) and so I trust the process unfolding as I am enfolded in revolving mirrors.
I’m seeing bodies of people I’ve left behind in this lifetime of fiery expression. People I walked away from. People I shut the door on. Revolving doors. Now I send these people love: girlfriends, bosses, an ex-husband. We were woven together at a certain juncture and unwoven. This feels like breathing—expansion and contraction. Is this not volcanic? Fire and Earth. Earth and Air. Air and Water. It all moves in me, through me. May it all be purified alchemically which requires honesty of emotional expression which is energy in motion.