Wow! I couldn't believe it when I got on my blog and it said I hadn't been on here since last Wednesday, shame on me! Things have been very busy around here, blessedly my son is back from Seacamp safely and had a wonderful time, we have been busy at the B&B (again blessedly), and we have switched the llamas over to pasture; more on that on another post. Today is Monday and I have not done a metaphysical post in quite some time, I have had some folks say that they miss them and I have had this one on my mind for a long time. So, let's get right down to business.
I have a Metaphysical Monday post in my drafts folder that I have had in there for weeks. I couldn't quite decide why I never finished it, or didn't like it, or whatever, and this morning as I was rereading it I realized it was because I still sound apologetic or something. Like I am trying too hard not to offend somebody. Probably in my trying not to offend someone, I will offend someone else, and I have chosen to share these things in the hopes of helping people, so who could that offend? Ideally, anyway. Now, it has been so long the post has changed dramatically it seems.
As many of my regular readers know, our family recently unexpectedly lost a beloved cousin. For a few weeks before he passed I was very ill with a flu that I then passed to my husband. That all sounds innocent enough right? Well, it's not quite that straightforward in my case. See, my rabbit Lucy was dying at the same time, so I was thinking maybe that's what the feeling of death was that was hanging over me. Yup, there is no other way to describe it. That's what made my immune system get that low, I haven't been sick in years. Really, I do know how crazy it sounds, but I also know how real it is to live it, I was even talking about death in my sleep.
Lucy had already passed, we had had a few weird things happen here at the ranch (like a squirrel drown in the water trough and the loss of some hens due to a citrus accident), but my dark cloud would not dissipate. As silly as it sounds, as sick as I was, I started to worry that I was dying. Then I got the call from Dad, and rudely enough the first words out of my mouth were "what the Fu@%?" I couldn't believe it was Joe who had died.
Before I even hung up the phone, my cloud was gone. No kidding. That night while I slept my fever broke and the next morning I woke up and was no longer sick with the flu. We were still unable to travel to Iowa due to Tom getting it, but it was crazy. Okay, so where does that leave me. Should I have explored the cloud more so as not to make myself sick? I'll take the flu over knowing a loved one is going to pass anyday, thank you.
But, isn't that where I am supposed to be going with all of this? Isn't that why it is getting stronger and more irritating? I'm thinking so, it's time for this butterfly to spread her wings. Lately I have been given the opportunity to see where maybe this could be of help and not such a hindrance (no I can't guess the Lotto numbers!) to people. You know, I don't mean to toot my own horn, but as far as sixth senses go, mine is pretty good. I joined a group of mediums that do a conference call once a week when I decided to start working with my skills and thought I would be just an observer, but have always had something to add (correctly I might add), even as a beginner.
I guess it is the same with any part of your life, when it gets to the point where it is affecting your health, it is time to wake up and smell the coffee. Learn what you need to learn, live as much as you possibly can and make as many miracles as one person is capable of making...and then some.
Just so you all know how much a part of me this is, the symbol for the Metaphysical posts is one of my tattoos. Notice how not much else is visible, that should give you an idea of locale on my body-ha!