Decompression
Today's guit-chi report is a repeat of the last few days. Severe blockages in all energy flows. If I was brave enough to risk the political corrections of the fashion sets, I would risk saying the most severe blockage was in the Sacral Chakra. Big I.F. I don't believe I could handle political corrections today. I can barely manage my stuttering today, much less translation disputes. Again, I wish my Mandarin studies had progressed far enough to read the original text rather than the Western translations.
Girl howdy, my gut hurts. My urges to rescue my grandchildren from their high-risk circumstances are howling. My understanding of my role in their lives is non-existant. *Just* taking ^it^ play-by-play and praying like a beaten crazy bitch wolf. Let go and let God. I have no control over any of the complex weave of players involved in the protective custody and even less control over the unborn child growing within the closed door which calls me, "Monster-in-law."
I was unable to do more than walk through the honey barn and wander aimlessly through the ranch compound yesterday. Was that Big Bro walking and crying with me? I find comfort in believing so. Proof irrelevant.
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sending you more company and hugs arfie. I think wandering aimlessly is healing. I do that sometimes. Just let your body and mind go where they will. hugs xxx
Deep gratitude for the validation, Stitch. Great minds thinking alike?
My first wondering wander of the day was through the East and South pastures into the rising sun of a nearly cloudless prairie sky. In the big prairie sky, clouds make for a far more interesting sunrise, but in Arf World, there is no such thing as a sunrise without rays of hope.
Was that your spirit I felt goosing the spirit of Big Bro? He's still giggling over it. Just imagining. . .
maybe it was (((arfie))) I like seeing the sun rise through the clouds too. It’s like the sun has to work a little harder to show you it’s beauty but it is doing it anyways. I appreciate that xxx
Gentle support (((arfie)))
I, too, find wandering aimlessly healing. And seeing the rising sun sometimes gives me a speechless moment.... beauty. Just that.
Stitch, Big Bro thinks you gave him cooties.
Beatha, See you at tomorrow's sunrise wander?
I, too, enjoy the mystery of the sun rising too thick to allow us to see the sun, Barring storm clouds, both sunrise and sunset are, typically, stunning shades of red and gold on the prairie. Add in some stratus clouds and . . . Words are not enough.
Hugs and lots of support Arfie.
After I returned home yesterday from my appointment, I was wandering my house, pacing away and I agree with Stitch06 that it can be healing. My heart goes out to you Arfie.
Hugs & love & support.
It sure is easy to get lost in the sheer and massive quantity of opinions, advice, advertisements, material possessions and sensations here in the beginning of the 21st century. The only thing we seem to be short on is peaceful agreement.
I often wonder if the aimless wandering is a way to sort through the excess and find our own strictly personals.