I hesitate to belabor this transitional time of uncertainty and my overwhelming sense of oppression of spirit, but I am reminded of an old scuba diving excursion where I actually got confused about which way was up. As in, up to the surface where there is fresh air and life without an oxygen tank on my back and a regulator in my mouth. I actually had to stop and remember to follow my bubbles (which always float up btw) until I got oriented enough to find my way to the surface.
I’m sure some of these diving memories were stimulated by my shopping trip with H this weekend to a dive shop where we bought UV one mil dive shirts and brand new masks. All in anticipation of our annual pilgramage to Mexico in search of the perfect fish taco and margarita as we give “thanks” in our own special way. And we certainly have much to give thanks for this year, as we have in years past.
So, I leave tomorrow to spend a few days on the beach alone with my thoughts and my computer. H will join me on Sunday, after attending a lighting trade show in Vegas over the weekend. My new/old life is officially beginning, and I need to get centered and find my footing on the still unstable terrain of my life. I need to hold on to the positivity and joy I found this past year, in spite of, and perhaps because of, some pretty hellacious challenges. I am struggling to focus on the good, and let the negative influences float on by me without attaching to any part of my physical or etheric being. I do not want to sit in judgment of anyone but ME! Just yesterday, after a relatively lovely day of packing and a pedicure, I was literally decimated by some really insensitive-to-the-point-of-being-cruel comments made to me by an acquaintance. After many tears and a restless night, I woke up with a clear heart, able to let those barbs go with love while blessing the soul that hurled them.
I send love, light and blessings to all as families and friends join together to give their own special prayers of thanks next week.
Nov. 20, 2013
Judy Richter 