Wishes Can Come True

There's a song that came on in my music shuffle that I remember both my daughter and I loved singing together and listened repeatedly for a while.  This would have been sometime last year, before spaceman was ready to "leap".  It's a song that's fast-beat, catchy, full of emotion to the end, and a whole lotta fun singing in the car.  But it had another meaning for me.  It was a bit of a wake up call I was putting out to the universe, energetically, more specifically to spaceman.




It was kind of a dare sentiment.  I was feeling every bit of this song and wishing him to know this, consider this, understand this... and come to me.  I have lots of stories.  ...so so many stories.  Think of all the stories we could have experienced and can look back and tell when we're old. But this was the period before the decision to get back together... and I was wanting him to see how good we are and choose us.  I loved him no matter what.  I would only seek that which he was also seeking.  If he couldn't believe in us again, I was entirely all in for the friendship-only version of relating with him.  But first, he needed to see the whole me, the me as I experience me... to be utterly myself... and how myself had changed since 10 years ago.  But ultimately I would meet him at whatever level was enough for him.  I don't understand this, because I've never felt so well of a guy before.  The purity of my alignment with the joy of our friendship... it matches no other.  I think that when you find your soulmate, he will enchant in so many ways, normal ways, but so many of them.  And then, a few yowzers of delight.  I also think you can meet them and you can be horrible towards one another in previous lifetimes.  You could have simply missed the boat in so many others.  You may have still others with dharmic purposes ascending alternate paths than romantic love.  But this time..... when it's finally the glory day... when you are one anothers' rewards ceremony... it just feels inexplicably undoubtedly right.  

We are so lucky, and we remind ourselves of this every day.  I started a journal the other day... you know, just ran out of space in the last one and it was time to start a new one.  I told spaceman I like to give a little intention and write it there in the first pages.  I know this next journal will be FILLED with all things spaceman, lol.  So naturally, I wrote a little something about that.  And I shared it with him.

It says:  

"I should be journaling all this some more than I do.  Someday in the future, I'll come back to this journal to reread it with [spaceman]... parts anyway or all of it, depending on his level of interest.  I like what we have going.  In fact, I'm floored, the more I discover the stronger I'm drawn toward him."

There's more, but... after I read this to spaceman, he went on a rampage about how wonderful our love is and told me he feels purpose in our love, that we could do any number of wonderful things together, or maybe... 

"Our purpose could be so simple as loving the CRAP outta each other!!!"

So of course, I had to quote him. haha

And so... 

I'm reminded by the song from my playlist of a time when I was wishing, wanting and hoping, yet getting a little testy lol.  I pushed hard with that energetic wave and hoped he'd see us again how I saw us.

<3 He did, he lept towards us. <3

Sweet Elation!

Oh lord, how am I going to get anything done for work?  I am so lit from within.  I love the courage I feel to express the whole of my feelings for him in such great detail, to him directly.  I love this intimacy we have, and I love that he sincerely craves it as much as I do.  Finally a match in intensity.  No more scaring guys off.  No more other guys for placeholders.  This man is the real deal.  He’s everything to me.  How will I ever go on without him once death inevitable takes him???  I will.  I just know that I will.  It will suck tremendously, but every second we can squeeze in from now until then is a moment I will treasure for the rest of my life, thankful for it all, every minute bit of it. 

It feels like standing on a windy cliff, sure if I jump my chute will deploy and the ride will be incredible.  No fear, all confidence.  I’ve made lessor jumps a million times.  But this one, it’s the big one, the one I’ve been dreaming and planning all my life.  There’s an intense energy roaring through that I can’t quite put my finger on.  It’s energized.  It’s lovely and powerful.  Oh my gawd, I cannot wait for this to be invoked when he’s standing right before me, with all the time in the world to just be. 

Yeah, I’m stoked.  Yes, I know this high will come down to earth, probably in short order.  Who can predict these things?  Isn’t the greatest part about them, that when they come, they come by surprise, either by timing or intensity or both?  But the thing is, with this man, my man, he brings it back to me time and time again.  When that honeymoon feeling fades to the background, so far it’s always returned.  And the best part about this iteration is that it comes on the heels of an energetic spike from him towards me. 

What a ride!   

10 days… in a mere ten days we will be together again.  I cannot wait to feel my hand held in his… to be walking amid his gardens, drizzling rain or not, tucked up sweetly under his arms snuggling in bed.  And I love that he relishes every ounce of intense enthusiasm that runs through me.  I crave it and it’s sweet, sweet divinity, branded for the two of us. 

And I have to tell you, it’s such a rush dreaming and defining the life we will have together.  In a few short months, these trips will be us travelling to visit family rather than one another.  We will take them together.  We will be together-together.  <3  I feel like such a freaking little kid! Wheeee! :D

Delicious Distraction

Let me assure you, my absence here is all good.  My time is consumed with spaceman.  The more I seek him, the more he offers.  This is a bottomless pit of exploration... a bit of inner earth of our own.  

How can I possibly catch you up now?  Yes, still coming to live with us.  Yes, still showering me with love and sweet vigilant attention.  I'm blessed as I see no other.  I'm enthralled as I cannot begin to convey properly.  How can one simply slap some words together and recreate the magic, second-hand?  Maybe a movie can do that, maybe a book can come close, but really... the reality is that most people don't want to hear the gooshy entrails of love.  At least not in a public setting, online, it's too deep.  People don't have the tolerance for deep, because their attention has been trained to the surface.  At least on my blog, I can gush if I wanna. :]

It's sweet sticky hot cinnamon roll yummy, when I can't really eat such things (grain intolerance).  Many subjects have been touched upon, some deeper than others yet, but the big ones are broaching.  How can they not?  Soon, he will show up on my doorstep as a guest for the very last time.  The next time will be as family.  We, he and I, will be together-together.  That's what I call it.  No longer together-apart, but together-together.  There is much excitement in the air.  And, I love that everyone is taking this seriously.  They know.

In a week and a half, I will be arriving at his childhood home, meeting his parents, exploring his world, his roots.  I cannot wait.  We are building a future together and it's sweet.  We connect on so, so many fronts.  I feel incredibly blessed by something somewhere, as if the universe conspired for us to connect like this.  And, I believe that it somehow did.  How lucky can a girl be?  I can't seem to find the end of that.  Such delights in his words, such utter love purposefully and spontaneously directed at me.  He describes these things in great detail, until he's sure that I am sure of his love.  It leaves me a puddle on the ground and I rise again, reformed.  Gentle hammers like mallets banging out my imperfections, my setbacks, my ill-conceived notions.  Who could be luckier? <3

Dream Interpretation & a Neptune Transit

This morning I dreamt I was walking through a city of sorts.  My older sister and I were going to take our familiar short cut, under the heavy metal gate blocking and underground tunnel.  This scene was actually only one of a longer dream involving going to an amphitheater for some performance and someone else claiming they also had a ticket to my same seat.  Turns out they had it the night before and had just hoped to use it again tonight, trying to coerce me out of it.  My sister and I moved seats, because it wasn't full and it was no big deal.  Had it been sold out, that would have had a different outcome. 

But back at the gate, walking home through the city from the performance, we lifted up the gate to slip through and instead paused.  Something was down there. I crouched down so that I could see below the ceiling where the tunnel descended under the city and what I saw disturbed me.  There was a large square-ish machine that was patrolling the walkway, a robot device.  My instincts told me the tunnel wasn't safe anymore. We let the gate down and after a quick exchange with my sister, we left on foot the long way through the city streets.

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Recording my dreams is something I learned most acutely from books written about Edgar Cayce readings.  I've heard it suggested by many a source, but this one hit home the hardest.  Cayce, while sleeping and foretelling at least, was a huge proponent for recording and analyzing dreams.  He wanted everyone to take it up, because it was a way to get in tune with one's higher self and develop spiritually.  

For a long while I was really good at recording my dreams. It took me an entire year to search book stores for the perfect dream symbol interpretation book.  I was looking for a particular symbol, the snake, with a particular meaning.  I figured if I found the book included that alternate symbolism, then it was potentially the right book for me.  All the while, I was recording every dream I could.  

When I found the book, it taught me how to assign meanings to the people who appeared in my dreams.  That was a huge "key" to unlocking the meanings of my dreams.  The people you know elicit a general "feeling" and their appearance in your dreams indicates the energy-feeling is at play and not so much the person him/herself.  The people are also symbols.  

My sister represents making order out of chaos to me.  She was with me at the amphitheater, which I'm sure has a possible meaning I can look up in my dream book for deeper insight.  The stranger who said my seat was really hers was stretching the truth.  She wasn't annoyingly confrontational, but doesn't it take some gull to approach someone to move when you know you're fibbing?  Or did she really believe she had some claim to it like it was a two-day ticket and the seat oversold?  Who knows what some people believe or tell themselves to justify things.  It was an inconvenience to have to deal with the situation, but I solved it by moving to empty seats - because it was a win-win.

With the tunnel, it was a more sinister kind of reason why I had to make an adjustment.  It was the tunnel situation that left the strongest impression on me upon waking.  It was a reminder that things have changed and I will be making different decisions than I once was able to make.  Even the whole idea of the tunnel, a shortcut passage underground, suggests something I haven't quite put my finger on yet.  I'll look that up in my book as well.

Cayce reminded us that the more we give attention to our dreams, the more our dreams will reveal to us as that bond is made ever stronger by our attention to our higher selves.  I've gotten away from recording my dreams through the years.  But there is still a strong dreamset each night.  Like Tarot, it is a natural tool for receiving the messages of the higher self.  Tarot I still practice; dream interpretation, I have gotten away from and yet still see so much value there.  

Especially now, when my world has been turned upside down and shaken out.  Dreams may help me find a new way through the rubble.  (To be clear, my world being turned upside down has nothing to do with spaceman, we are quite good.)

A friend turned me on to a specific transit that is happening in the sky right now.  Knowing a little about astrology myself, I put two and two together and realized it's kind of a major long-term-ish thing for me right now.  I mentioned it to her and she sent some links with some pretty cool interpretations, so specific!

Transiting Neptune is traversing Pisces right now and is conjunct my Mercury in Pisces in the 10th house.  Transiting Neptune is also square my natal Neptune.

http://www.thefutureminders.com/Neptune-transits/neptune-conjunct-mercury.cfm

http://www.thefutureminders.com/Neptune-transits/neptune-square-neptune.cfm  

One thing I want to share here (from the square):

"You may feel confused or disoriented and not know which elements of your spiritual views are valid and which are not. You should allow yourself plenty of time to go through this process of re-evaluation and know that a certain amount of confusion is perfectly normal now. You’re building an entirely new life structure that will allow you more freedom of expression in your activities in the world, and these new insights will work their way into your consciousness and become a part of your new reality."

I feel that, acutely. It's a dip into the suppressed realities of earth and the universe. It dishevels one's perceptions, rendering new analysis in light of the new information.  Everything must be reconsidered and that's daunting, tiring, and unavoidable.

Everywhere I look, new challenges to old assumptions arise, like in the dream... the dream conveys that same sense of having to adjust to circumstances.  It's not prophetic, the dream, in any way.  But if I pay more attention to my dreams... the information coming through will improve in quality.  That's what Cayce taught.

How to Spend a Saturday

Everyone's sleeping, except for the dogs.  Saturday mornings are cherished here.  After the busy, busy week before, it's like a fresh clean slate, with a reprieve given the next day... just in case.  At least for me, that's how it feels.

There are a million things I could use the day for... taxes, budgeting, household chores, gardening, yoga, working out, working on volunteer efforts.  What I would really like to do, if I weren't still so sleepy feeling, is take a long, hot bath.  It's chilly in here!

But instead, I find myself tapping out these characters on my keyboard, downloading the thoughts that flitter through my head.  

It's one of those times when I feel like not only is my calendar filling up and the busy season approaching, but my current task list has deadlines and I just don't feel like doing them.  

Maybe it's too early in the day.  Maybe my brain isn't in a high enough gear just yet.  A hot shower sounds nice, and a clean room, fresh sheets, getting the day started on the right foot... but I'm too tired just yet. ;)

I like to wake up slow.  None of that "the alarm went off, time to jump out of bed and get moving" crap.  I can't do that, never have.  Well, I take that back.  There was a time when I was in the U.S. Army... yeah, 'nough said.  I was miserable then.  Spaceman says he likes to wake up slowly, too.  Merridian suspects my kind of slow might dwarf his. lol  We will know soon enough! :)

It's kind of exciting to begin planning a life with someone.  I think a great deal about how I can welcome him and make him feel at home.  He's picking up and walking out of a daily life he loves, one that has sustained him for years now.  From the country to to the city... well suburbs, but you get my point.  It's temporary, but not.  It's long enough to settle in and find comfort.  At least, I hope he finds comfort here, probably with a similar spirit in which he hopes I will find comfort in a more rural setting one day.  The spirit of these hopes and dreams is genuine.  We know we want to live somewhere more simply, with a big garden, canning food for the winter, working with nature and sustainability practices to provide the whole year through... as best we can, as we learn, anyway.  That's not exactly the kind of life that suburbia brings about naturally.  Things like keeping chickens aren't legal in my neighborhood.  BUT... we can do what we can do, and we can prepare for that lifestyle where we are, as we are.  We can plan to enter it with our best feet forward, on solid ground.  We can do all that while doing many other things... things that are important to all of us, especially, right now, my kids and I... for that's what life currently calls for.  After all, just because one area of life takes off like wild-fire doesn't mean that what's been in existence for so long fades away.  I wouldn't want it to, anyway.  

I am in a stage of my life that is necessarily focused on my kids.  An empty nest may be around the next few bends, but it's not quite here yet.  There are at least a couple of years left in that, probably more.  My plan is always to make the best of whatever stage of life I am at.  Right now, that's graduating my teens and getting them into adulthood.  

Currently my oldest is 19 and learning how to adult in the workplace.  He's also not quite ready to dive right into life on his own.  He's working, paying off some car repairs, keeping up on car insurance, enjoying having a steady girlfriend, and using his free time to play airsoft games (think paintball but with tiny plastic pellets instead).  He spends his money on airsoft gear.  So, you see, he's playing.  He works to play.  While I see nothing inherently wrong with ensuring your free time is enjoyable, he's living on borrowed time.  Soon enough, a new phase of life will kick in and his priorities will necessarily change.  I don't feel I need to hound him too much, so much as just continue with my own plans and let him come to his own conclusions all in due time.  There is far too much time spent in each of our lives living to work rather than working to really live.  He's close to that razor's edge and just as I know he will step up when the time comes, I also know that I want him to enjoy the enjoyable times while they last.  My lackadaisical attitude about parenting is quite on purpose and simply a part of who and how I am.  I trust inherently in the fact that nothing ever stays the same and therefore there is no need for me to rush people or try to force them into changing before the desire is felt first from within.

My 16 year old is currently a junior in high school.  She's been dating her boyfriend for over a year.  They spend a great deal of time together and seem very well suited for one another.  You know... I am half expecting they will stay together for years and years to come.  One never truly knows about these things.  He's a great kid, gets good grades, is never in trouble, and helps his mom out a great deal.  His mother is currently going through a very serious health condition, one that could be fatal.  I inquire with my daughter how things are going with all that, but the general response is one of optimism and status quo.  I don't know how they maintain such things, other than... the need to deal with life never stops, even when sick, especially for a single mother like she is.  But enough of her story; it isn't mine to tell, nor am I privy to the details.  

My daughter is, let's just say, Type A.  She's driven to do things immediately and be done with it.  Soooo not me lol.  We don't see eye to eye in this way.  She's constantly frustrated with me and my lackadaisical attitude.  lol  But it's not too stressful.  She's a really great kid.  She means well and is capable of so much!  She challenges me to up my game as a parent.  She's also very full of attitude like any teenage girl!  The default reaction is typically frustration-inducing on me... and I wish she would take a page from my book and relax more.  She asks more of me than I am used to giving, and let's not forget... now, now, now! lol  I am so NOT type A.  But she is doing well in school, studies often with her boyfriend, and is planning on going to college the last two periods of her senior year next year.  In order to do this, she has to take both her Phys. Ed. semesters in summer school this summer.  So, I forked over the $300 earlier this week.  As for paying for college a year sooner than planned... she and her boyfriend both swear to me that there is some kind of program that pays for high schoolers to attend college during their senior year for free.  I'm all for that. :)  Of course, there is one thing she's asking for, that well, I did promise... just did not see it playing out in this way.  I promised both the kids I would buy them a laptop when they started college.  The boy child went one semester and I had bought him his as his high school graduation gift.  (He's talking about going back and/or getting on at Fed Ex.)  So now that the girl child is suddenly poised to begin college as a senior in high school, that gift is being demanded (yes, demanded, she's a Leo after all) as fulfillment of that promise.  Parenting = making magical financial shit happen. 

So as I sit here this morning... still in the quietness of the morning... I have the items of my ToDo List flitting through my mind, shuffling the tasks according to deadlines and pioritites.  Taxes.  Taxes keep floating to the top.  I must get an idea of how much I am going to need to pay by April 15th.  That's my #1.  Then I need a list of things that I can tackle financially to set the finances on even keel again.  Boy do I have a very different attitude about money than I used to have, pre-bankruptcy.  There are other roads to pursuing goals in life, than to be slave to the 1% and their financial pyramid schemes.  Balancing my goals with the needs and wants of those I love and the current structures of society... it's not easy as you all well know.  

At least on Saturday mornings I have the chance to reconsider it all in new light... or, just sleep through the opportunity if sleep is what is most needed.  And oftentimes, that's exactly what's needed!

Today I would like to be out in the backyard preparing my garden.  I feel like our weather is a full month ahead of schedule and I'm therefore behind schedule.  It may say March on the calendar, but it's definitely April rains here.  Thus my yard is too soggy to trudge through.  There are inches of water in some places.  So, I just look out the window wistfully, waiting...  And thus today is "inside" work.  Taxes.  Yep, it's decided.  Let's take in the spirit of the 16 year old and get it done, now, now, now!  She will be happier when I have more answers to her questions anyway. <3

The Plan Moving Forward

When writing (typing it anyway), I just let the words come through... the sentences form from thoughts that mix with feelings.  There's a certain "floatiness" of state that, when it happens, I want to run to the keyboard and type.  It's not something I practice to improve so much as just endeavor to honor, recording to keepsake my thoughts and to share and have as further material for future writing.  Sometimes I like to talk about things from the past, and having written so much down, I have the ability to search through my computer for when I first wrote about it.  I must be weird, I know.  But this is the person spaceman is getting to know.  And honestly, I'm getting to know me even better because I seem to be going through some kind of flowering.  

This flowering feels like just the beginning... so early on that too many variables are yet to happen and so the future is not settled in any one direction just yet.  That future feels ever-increasingly intertwined with spaceman's.  The possibilities that are in our escrows (Abraham-Hicks reference)... well, I'm not just wowed by the future, but enthralled with the present.  Every time spaceman and I peel off a layer of ourselves and expose more to one another, he throws me for a loop with his perspectives on how best to nurture relationships... and... how much he cares to honor ours.  Sometimes that is taking leaps at just the right moment, sometimes it's enduring a freak out, sometimes it's adjusting a schedule to help another's day go more smoothly, sometimes...  sometimes it's being willing to postpone your own dreams to join up with someone you would like to have along for it all...

This is what spaceman is doing for me, for the third time in his life, he is doing something he did not see himself ever doing again, picking up his life and moving to live with a girlfriend in a state other than home.  I'm very keenly aware of the dream he had, instead of that.  He told it to me 6 months to a year ago.  That was before he and I became a we.  At the time, we both imagined that playing out as he described.  I hold that dream for him, as long as he does and beyond if need be.  Right now though, I can't be anywhere but here... for 2 or more years probably.  And that is the rub.  The rub that when I want to say goodnight, I want to close my eyes and be held by him.  When I want to watch cosmic disclosure, I want to watch it with him, pausing to discuss as we devour it.  There are other things I would like to explore with him, soooo much more than we have been able.  

This week I have been really feeling the frustration.  I've felt it all along, mind you, but it's been especially hard to keep my frustrations tempered.  So when spaceman told me, yet again, the same things we have been saying to ourselves and one another for so long now... "we will work it out.  when the time is right, we'll know."  ~that kind of thing.  Well, that just wasn't cutting it for me in that instant.  So I bounced back that don't want us to fall in the trap of always assuming it will work out but then nothing changes.  To that he responded saying he knows things don't just happen without a little planning and he would like to talk about it some more, soon, and over the phone (we were chatting).  When a cancer is ready, they will move mountains for you.

I'm blown away with having someone who senses my frustrations, recognizes them for what they are, takes them seriously, and responds compassionately and timely.  Having two very similarly-matched individuals opens up a vast array of possibilities... possibilities not even imagined yet.  

I believe we have a choice.  We can choose to go all in and see where this magical intimacy takes us.  And I believe spaceman and I have both decided, we are each all in with one another.  What remains is making it happen, for real, by living together and starting our life together-together... no more of this long-distance stuff.  And now, that plan is filling out.  And it's scary and exciting all at once.  

Yesterday, the morning after we made these big plans, I was relieved to wake up with such a joy in my heart.  No matter the possible worries, my heart just could not be bothered by it. That's a really good sign.  And... it happened again this morning!  How many days of joy will I wake up to, feeling like this???  

You know that state when your dreams for something come true and then you have to think up more new dreams???   Yeah, that's me.  Pretty amazing, isn't it? <3  But I'm not just talking about "moving in plans" now.  I'm talking about being loved and cared for so attentively.  I'm talking about the things I LOVE to talk about are the SAME things he loves to talk about.  I'm talking about sublime, soul-melding sexual connections.  I'm talking about the similar ways in which we each study the world and people around us, draw & employ life lessons to grow as spiritual beings.  I'm talking about a reverence for the Earth, an insatiable curiosity about the real nature of things and events, and a level of understanding of others' motivations and emotional needs that transcends the ordinary.  

But most of all, and it's the biggest, because I didn't even know I needed it... a meeting up of who I am and who he is that ebs and flows and still somehow magnetizes and dances through our boundaries.  Opposites that compliment... all that, too.  

Let me just say this!  He knows astrology and I don't have to explain it... I can just rattle on and he gets it and comes back at me with his own interpretations!  And because we have been cherishing one another for 11+ years, through emails and chats, we really do know one another on a level that has probably been the REAL reason why we "didn't work out" the first time... a serendipitous supposed ending that was really just part of our beginning.  How else does one develop so much intimacy of this kind?  It's a beautiful love story, this story that is ours, one we both agree, could make a great book.  If only I knew how to craft the telling of it into that form!  I would love to tell the world, I would.  But... that story is still unfolding.  I'm sure there are junctions in our futures, for no matter how close you feel with another, you are still yourself and you still have choice.  I am committed to spaceman.  When I think about him moving in with us (timeline is approx. 6 mos, but flexible), I see him joining my family of three, not just co-habitating. Our life together will become the new normal.  And then when the nest is empty and our finances sorted, we will fly the coup! :D

And that's where I stand... knowing clearly that a conversation needs to happen with my kids, and soon.  This post will be out there in cyberspace, free and open to be stumbled upon, and that's not how I want that to go down.  Most likely I will approach them separately, because in practical terms, it's hard to get us all together at once these days.  It will work out better that way, anyway.  My kids seem to love coming into my room to chat, frequently.  

And then there is my brother... I will be handing down his marching orders, asap.  It won't be a surprise, because I have already started that conversation topic - whether he responds or not, I know he is listening, because I know him. 

And since it's still a warm day, I'm going to get off this computer and go take a walk around my gardens.  There is much to plan.

Stolen Moments

What a wonderful day today! My cell phone tells me it's 70 degrees outside while the announcer on the radio on my way to work this morning said it's supposed to average in the 40's this time of year. Now I know this is probably climate change but it's very difficult to be upset with it on an early, so welcome, spring-like day.

Its lunch time now and after running some errands, I stopped by a nearby green area. What I mean by that is, it's just a field of grass with a tiny parking lot and small playground that's devoid of any children today. I come here sometimes just to get some alone time in nature. It's just a small little place and I'm only here for a brief amount of time but it's so blissful to me. Especially on a day like this, when I can roll the windows down, recline the seat all the way back, and just lay there with my eyes closed and allow my thoughts to flit through my mind.

I think I'm an Ambivert these days, an extroverted introvert. I love to socialize, but downtime, alone time, is so very necessary. It's the time when I don't have any obligations or things that I am trying to accomplish. Instead I'm just still. Physically I become more still, and it allows a space where the thoughts flowing through my mind can be noticed. It's these thoughts that help me understand myself... my motives, my inclinations, my feelings, concerns and aspirations.

These moments are almost always stolen. I steal them from time as a parent, from time as an employee, from time as a friend, a daughter, all the roles I endeavor to fulfill. But in reality, there is no greater role for me to pay attention to then the role in which I am in service to my own self. If I don't take care of my own emotional, mental, physical states, then who will? And how will I have enough to give anyone else?

And as usual, it's time to get back to the day's work... for there are never enough stolen moments from my perspective. But, what I do get, always has to make do.

Rising World Consciousness Movements

The only noise is the washing machine running in the background, the keyboard clacking as I type, and an occasional dog's nails tapping the wood floor in walking rhythm.  The kids are in their rooms, have been all afternoon, and my brother got up, turned off his TV that runs constantly while he is here, and left the house.  

Sweet!

Times like these are rare.  It allows me to pay attention to what my mind has on it.  And lately that is a solutions-based world order. It keeps coming to my attention, and I am fascinated to see all the ways in which the reality I want to see come forward, is doing just that.

But I also fear that I have delved so far into my latest subject of inquiry that I would not know where to begin, so, to set the stage, I'm going to share 4 examples of organizations that have caught my attention and are implementing solutions toward a more harmonious world. 

These are implmentation-driven movements, all being more or less isolated movements from one another, but all of which, when considering the need to find solutions in so many different aspects of life... well they are are direly needed in the world at this time.

Sustainable Human's Hylo Gift Economy Network

"We live in a highly specialized society, making it difficult for individuals to bring their sustainable ideas to fruition by themselves. The gift economy network is here to fill that gap."

"The mission of Sustainable Human is to assist in creating and promoting a new economic system based on the collective voluntary gifts of everyday people. The goal is to transition from our current, scarcity-based economic system to a new system capable of creating abundance for all. Bypassing the monetary system, we will voluntarily collaborate on projects aimed at creating goods and services that are given freely to the world, helping to create a bottom-up, participatory, global gift economy." 

Sustainable Human Hylo Intro Video from Sustainable Human on Vimeo.

Hylo Gift Economy Sign-up

  Sustainable Human

Michael Tellinger's Unbuntu Contributionism

"We are nearing a time when we need to transition into a new way of life that is beneficial for all life on Earth. Ubuntu philosophy, as favored by the ranking members of the alliance, may be the means of reaching humanity’s utopian future."

"Michael's major contribution to the field of ancient discovery has been delivering the proof of the tools and artifacts that support his scientific findings. He discovered more than 10 million stone ruins that are not dwellings, but energy generating devices. His Torus Stone, that crashed the TSA security systems at DOHA International Airport in July 2013, has sparked the imagination of the global scientific fraternity in the quest for delivering a new free energy device to the people of the world."

"A real-life Indiana Jones, making ground-breaking discoveries about advanced vanished civilizations at the southern tip of Africa."

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Ubuntu and Blue Avians Message Part-1
Ubuntu and Blue Avians Message Part-2

Thrive Solutions Hub

"THRIVE is an unconventional documentary that lifts the veil on what's REALLY going on in our world by following the money upstream -- uncovering the global consolidation of power in nearly every aspect of our lives. Weaving together breakthroughs in science, consciousness and activism, THRIVE offers real solutions, empowering us with unprecedented and bold strategies for reclaiming our lives and our future."

Thrive, the movie, was the beginning of the public Thrive movement, and essential to understanding torus forms discussed in Thrive as the basic form of our universe.

Thrive, The Movie

Solutions Toward a Thriving World

Thrive Solutions Hub

Isha Yoga's Inner Engineering

"In the yogic tradition, the word “yoga” is attached only to a complete path leading to self-realization. Isha Yoga is a comprehensive system that integrates the core of yogic science, and springs from the methods disseminated by Adiyogi himself over 15,000 years ago. These ancient technologies have been translated to suit the modern man, allowing millions of people around the world, from every section of society to experience their transformative benefits."

“This life for me is an endeavor to help people experience and express their divinity. May you know the bliss of the Divine.”

– Sadhguru

Inner Engineering

He's Both of That

On the way home from my older sister house this evening, I was really appreciating the music from Xavier Rudd.  Low tech digeridoo music first got my attention when I was big time into the band Gaelic Storm.  I had a little crush on the guy who played it, too.  Somewhere there's of picture of him posing for the camera while offering a kiss on my cheek.  Later I heard he had quit the band.  I think he was really missing his family life back home.  But I digress.  I also have the cutest picture of the lead singer and I.  He's got such puppy dog eyes. (double digress?  let's triple it...) It's funny to think of people touring like that, becoming a surrogate family.  I bet that could be really difficult to get used to, to constantly wander even when you eventually feel like putting down roots.  Roots can be so good.  They can also suck ass like my [family member] does right now.  (No, not my brother.)  But that may be a blog for another day.

This digeridoo music, you have to hear it...  Seriously, give it a minute or two, put headphones on if you can.  Go for it. I'll wait:




Like it?  I have many such non-lyrical songs I used to buy in my CD-buying years.  I still use CDs in my 2001 car, but those I burn myself.  It used to be every few months I go through the top 200 songs of the day and create a CD to listen to during my long drives to and from work each workday.   Music is one of my great joys, just to listen and let the music play me.  Low tech, kind of techno, add some spiritual elements and lyrics... I love that.
And so it was, I was enjoying my tunes and yet thinking back across my day, a stressful day... one I will remember for the rest of my life... but also one in which spaceman was there to hear me fumble while dealing with a super strong physical-emotional gut-instinct kind of 180-degree decison-rendering day.  Yeah, I didn't really know how else to write that sentence and still get close to describing how I felt.  You have to say it with stress and with a cadence.  
Do you ever get an instinctual feeling that overtakes you physically?  I've had plenty of instinctual feelings that have affected me to varying degrees emotionally (empathetic), but it's been rare when I have been over-taken in a physical response that elicits the emotion like an electromagnetical current seeking it's matching end... pulling from the inside out.  Those happen out of sheer force of emotion.  And today, for the first time, I woke up like that... and even though I had been fighting the flu the day before, I instantly knew this did not stem from any flu.  
I was not happy with my decision on how to handle a certain family situation.  I felt like I had made the wrong decision, but the other stance was also not a viable option and I just couldn't remain as status quo.  I could not find the wise answer; the wisdom in me kept finding giant gaping worries in my decisions.  And since I had woken up early after having slept so much the day before, I decided to do a tarot reading on it before work... the second one before work this week, on the same subject.  It's been a looong week, trying to figure this one out.  And today my gut told me I had better rethink it, only I couldn't figure out the message that was being conveyed to me.  As an empath, the messages come in the form of feelings.  Normally, they are more assurances than a blazing fire alarm.  Today was a 5-alarm fire.
The reading didn't tell me enough, not enough to know what my gut was trying to tell me.  Some clues, yes, but other cards just were far more positive than I could relate with...  so either I misinterpreted something vital in the reading, or there is some direct good that is going to come out of this.  I'm having a hard time believing the intended good will grow like a seed into a tree.  My decision was one of lifetime-long significance, no matter the outcome.  I was declaring my side, forced into making a decision by my own conscience.  And because my conscience was so severely bothering me, I did eventually understand the content of my emotion.  It had chimed up once before earlier in the week... in fact, that was why I was contemplating this all week.  But I had to make sure I wasn't being coerced, from any direction.  I needed to look within for my own answers.  
Tarot reading tossed aside, I made it off to work, in a gloomy mood.  About an hour after I arrived, spaceman chimed through messenger.  He is also an empath, and knowing he feels in a similiar kind of way at times, well... we have always told each other our feelings, always.  So, I let loose, trying to explain my morning.  We had talked about it at least once earlier in the week, I'm sure.  Only now I was in serious distress.  He listens to everything I say and digests it as food.  He tells me how much it means to him that I share with him so intimately.  It's the kind of connection he's craved.  And I have craved it, too.  I'm just being myself, and him his-self, and together we support one another, as we have each dreamed of having in a relationship.
He did not tell me what to do.  That would have been easy, I'm sure.  No.  He wants to support me in whatever I decide.  But boy did he listen!  Sometimes I worry if I should feel bad for him, dealing with me. lol  It was one such thought that came to me as I was driving home in the car tonight, mingling emotional rides on Xavier Rudd music with thoughts of today's craziness.
Do you really like listening to my crazy day or are you just being supportive?  You do both actually... you do both. So sweet <3
He was there for me...  again.   I love this man; I truly do.  

A Big Decision Looming

Well I was going to write about my crappy week with my crappy dental experience (shit happens, I love my dentist).  But it seems there is something bigger to ponder, family drama that has gone on too long and too painfully.  I have remained neutral throughout this situation, hoping that in due time it will work itself out.  But after so many attempts by one party to try to repair the break, the other party is stubbornly refusing to budge even after receiving the efforts that have been requested.  I get that there were issues on both sides of the fence. I get that it's complicated.  But there comes a point when one party's suffering is so great that I feel compelled to step in.  I have long since been both parties confidant in these matters, so I have the benefit of both sides of the story.  Both know I have both sides.  And yes, it is tough to be in the middle like that, but truly, this is not a pain for me.  

There have been times in my life when I have remained silent until a breaking point comes... and I never know when that point will hit... but sometimes those points occur.  When the situation tilts grossly unfairly, I sense this convalescing of moments that invoke me to take a stand.  It happened once with my older sister's marriage (sleezy (ex)husband).  It happened once with a neighbor and friend's so called friend, whom I had to report to the police for child abuse and sexual abuse suspicions.  And it seems to be happening again... both parties I'm related to, both parties I love with my whole being.  But sometimes gross disparities occur, of which someone is not remotely attempting to correct.  Sometimes it is necessary to intervene, because not doing so is severely compounding the pain of the injured party.  Sometimes people get so distraught, they ask for and need intervention.  I have purposefully not taken sides for well over a year.  I don't want to see either party hurting, but I cannot sit back and let the actions of the one destroy the other, either.  Not when so many efforts have been made to rectify it, all outright rejected no matter how much they said they wanted or needed those efforts.  

I have a great deal of thinking to do before Saturday.  

*Gawd I miss protected posting in xanga, because then I would spell out the whole situation and get your informed advice. *sigh*

And in case you're wondering, this has nothing to do with my brother.  Although as a side note, I did leave him a note on his bed this morning, asking him to come up with a date he feels he can be out by.  I ask nicely the first time.  With no action on that front, I will set the date myself.  But... we'll see.

Spacman Visit (photo blog)

I've had to turn off the cellular device and get the kids settled for the evening, which entailed skipping the gym (again) to work late and go to the grocery with my 16 year old daughter... a Leo whose demands grow in intensity when stressed.  She's a good kid, don't get me wrong.  I'm just tired and frazzled, myself.  That's why I did what needed done tonight, cut what could be cut, and am doing what *I* need for myself right now... writing.

Last night had that goal, too.  And although I did write, it was not finished in that I have photos to add to it.  Those were on my cell phone, and transferring them to the PC and finishing off that blog was going to take more attention and energy than I had left for it.  But tonight, I have the time, if not the privacy ...as my daughter trudges through my bedroom to the back way of the house for the umpteenth time.  Writing is difficult when there isn't enough focus allowed to dig deep and listen to what wants to bubble up to the surface.  There's a story my daughter has just finished telling me, about her boyfriend's mother starting chemo today.  It kinda helps keep things in proper perspective, doesn't it? Anything could happen at any moment.  What you next hear may change your life forever.  It's that kind of thing that her boyfriend's mother is living right now.  Of course, I want to hear how she's doing, what's going on with her treatment, how she's faring, how her kids (she's a single mom) are faring.  So many aspects to being mother, a single mother.  You're everything to them, and therefore you have less to give to yourself.  I'm feeling that burn a lot lately.  But... that's mostly because I am also feeling the urge to build into the next phase of my life... a life where I choose for me.  One of those choices... is spaceman.  And that brings me to his visit this weekend... a much cheerier subject, I promise. :)

I bring you... *drum roll*
last night's Spaceman Visit blog!!! :P

I have been awaiting my chance to do so... but also giving it time to percolate a bit, to come into a post-merridian-and-spaceman-weekend perspective.  It's gelled enough to finally write.

But where to start???

Spending time with spaceman this weekend was like flowering trees having sensed spring and begun to bud.  A fuller picture of a man's life and personality (at least as equally nervous as your own soul) is standing before you, looking in  your eyes, noticing everything.... as I return the same gaze.  

This trip was "the next step" for us.  And please don't ask us yet what the next, next-step is... we are still feeling our way around to that... while comfortable with not knowing, and watching for synchronicities.  So, his visiting me was our most recent next step.  And what a freaking awesome weekend, too!

The "shed garden".  It was fallow and full of dead plants. But now it's full of seeds.

Did you feel the weather this past weekend???  We were BAREFOOT in my backyard, for a couple hours. We cleared out a fallow garden and planted the first seeds of the spring pre-season (planted cold-hardy varieties).  This guy gardens like a pro and, like me, enjoys it.  

I had on a tank top and shorts at other times while standing out on the back deck.  I wore my flip flops out gallivanting around the area for the day.  It was beautiful weather.  And to think, a month out the forecast already predicted to be warm, but super rainy.  But somehow by the actual weekend, it turned out to be the most decidedly mid-spring feeling day, incredible.

And no clouds, no clouds for two days... and when I remembered that I'd put on my "Things to Do with Bob" list: Look at stars with telescope...  well, I snagged it from the garage and pulled spaceman out back... O.M.G. 

spaceman sighting up.. was it the gas giant or Orion's belt?  No. Sirius.  We also looked at the Seven Sisters, with the Pleiades.  Oh! and Jupiter and it's moons! I'm sure I'm forgetting more.

 Immediately he went into "work the telescope" mode, all the while telling me stories of what's where in the sky and tying planets and stars to alien races... he became this little kid in a grown man's body, totally comfortable and enthralled.  Spaceman really is spaceman, still.  I fell in love with him back then and I am in love with him now.  So, so many years between... never lost, just percolating.  

Headed home again, westward

    I took him around town, way around, hours at a time... pulling over, taking pictures, showing him many of the places I have been out taking photos for months and months now. 

"The Dam Parking Lot" ~Taylorsville Dam

Thinking we missed the grand sunset at the dam, stopping by anyway, getting lost in discussion, and then finding rays striving to shine at the last possible stretch in the dregs of the sunset.  

Along the Great Miami River in Downtown Dayton

One rendezvous took us through a few historical home sections of the greater city, parts I had never seen (and didn't get any pictures of).  The next day we found ourselves in a nearly celebratory town with street musicians and impromptu drummers... every store bustling.  He bought me the deepest blue lapis lazuli to add to my larger stone collection.  (I want a large stone for each chakra.) 

Clifton Mill

Impromptu ideas found us near river rapids beneath a large historical mill house... a covered bridge over a bike path... tiny mailboxes all in a row... the sun streaking across the the grass in giant ever-widening stripes.  

a fence at Clifton Mill

We watched the latest episode of Cosmic Disclosure together, a show we both follow closely.  On our long escapades around town, I sang (Nahko of course).  I sang because I wanted him to remember me like this when he goes back home.... because it's me, and because of all the times I had imagined doing just that, wishing he was there with me in all those leading-up moments.  

He brought along his fishing lures in their see-through tacklebox, each hand-tied, tiny rows of various colored, progressively larger flies.  He ties them himself and knows exactly when it's best to use each one.  One day, he's going to teach me to fly fish in the streams of Virginia.

A little park near Clifton

He met my kids.
They got along.

Very cool.

And... spaceman and I understand and know much more about each other than we ever have before.  We are watching how our growing relationship affects one another's growth-seeking-being, and are in awe of it.

It's good.  It's not perfect, nothing ever is.  Accepting someone thoroughly means you will find bits of one another that trigger.  But allowing the other to be as they are... and working through the ones that trigger... that is real caring.  It's a real relationship built on respect and that sweet summer-feeling love.

at Clifton Mill

And yowzers, boy did I ever prepare for this visit!  And then... I got sick 2 days before he was due to arrive.  But I did all the things I know can kick a cold's butt to the curb, and did.  It was mostly gone by the time he got here and finished healing up after the next day.  

My cold, the weather, it all just cleared up in time, like the universe was conspiring just for us.