Signs

I say this universe has a way of speaking to us, to me, that universe is orchestrated by God. In periods of questioning and turmoil, if we are open to the signs then at the very least we know this is time and place we are supposed to be in, rest in peace. 

Ask me what am I really ready to let go of, I thought it was one thing but my heart was too sad and broken for that; I am resting better knowing it’s actually something else - an unfinished past that I needed to mourn. Why were my cards today flipped upside down -intensity/fighting -because neither are bad when done right but for so long they were being misfired, done poorly… so we can do it better. We know how to have that crucial conversation now; let’s have it. 

To that universe that speaks to me thank you for bringing me here to this corner of Oakland, to the people who pick you up; who listen with intention, who heal just by being calm themselves.

Who guide by having been guided themselves. I woke up today after an extremely peaceful night although slightly warm. Walked into a sun filled gorgeous stucco living room in the Oakland hills. Broke the most delicious croissants amongst three rooted brilliant sisters and three equal parts zen and love and light men. We shared stories of love and serendipity. 

I floated in an egg shaped epsom salt bath and felt and visualized my heart coursing through the connections beyond my body, witnessed thoughts that gave me peace within my body and others that did not. 

We cherished the warmth of the sisters once more around a ceiling high Christmas tree and the kitchen island. 

Then we settled into giving Luna her very best send off- one in which I could witness with my new friends whose hearts were hurting. We shared meals and more wisdom of time passing. 

I am beyond blessed. To my dragonfly - I know you are always protecting, always guarding. I love you dad. To my red balloon - have I arrived…at at least the answer to the question I’ve been asking?

Peace is reclaimed when we deal with the pain of our ancestors. 


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