That was a long week.
It was half my doing.
On Monday, I told my colleague Stacey that I was going to take this week day by day. And only day by day.
Because on the 15th, the people I hired will remove all my Mum’s things from her house. And I don’t want it to happen, even though I am the one who arranged it.
If it weren’t necessary, I’d say I only have myself to blame.
So I willed this past week to slow down.
And the Universe kindly responded.
However, in doing so, the space/time continuum filled my days with so many meetings and so much talking, that around Wednesday evening I wondered if I could literally utter one more word.
Then my nights were consumed by a series of subconscious wonders, very much like the one I wrote about here.
Aurora Green Sky, by the way, may be one of my favourite posts to date. It took quite a few edits, but it reads and flows so well, just as I saw it.
It’s been a marathon 6-ish days. I’m going to try and stretch that to 8.
I don’t really have a plan for this weekend. Which is right on par with me being me.
I do know this: Nichole’s tornadic activity from yesterday has ushered in a bright and deeply rich-coloured today.
I feel drawn to be outside, to experience with my own eyes the healing message that is in Mother Nature’s canvas.