The Concept of Caring
Yesterday I interviewed a temporary “Carer” for some additional assistance for a short period when I will be alone here. Funny, I don’t perceive myself as being in need of “care” although some things are indeed challenging at the moment. Who knew it could be so exhausting to provide information to a stranger? Whuf! And she was delightful. Not draining at all. Still….Whuf! I guess some help would not be the worst idea…{rueful grins} And whoever did the intake on my form listed my birthday as yesterday. “Born yesterday.” Too good.
My sister visited for the past week and the new project of allowing myself to be on the receiving end of loving support is going well. When we are accustomed to supporting others, the concept of allowing that in can feel strange, almost foreign. An odd re-balancing, this.
Today begins the aftermath of the most recent eclipse. When I was shown that, three times so I consider it verified, I wondered what it meant. What commences today? I am listening. My body feels a new level of alignment that I have no words for as yet. “Balancing into a higher frequency” was Source’s re-rooting advice. A recalibration of soundness. “Sound-ness.” As in frequency and vibration. Yummy!
Funny how the hot air balloons that frequent this area were low and close this morning. Almost scarily so. Three of them. One after another, each one closer than the last. Sometimes the proximity feels intrusive and potentially assaulting, especially when the passengers are packing zoom lenses. Today it was a clear sign. One of the signatures of magic in this world is that all things are incepted in threes. Three huge airborne vehicles flying right past my window. Orbs of light and air that glide seemingly effortlessly. Huge and in my face.
My body has been feeling the sensation of flight. What is beckoning us to soar, and how might that manifest? I’m excited to find out! With all of the heaviness that is taking its leave, there is such magnificent and glorious lightness! This eclipse window, like this lifetime, is presenting as “one for the books.”
So may it be written. So may it be done. {more grins}
The best any of us can do is to flow with the re-balancing. What is there left to lose but loss itself? What could any fear possibly offer that love has not given us already?
Sure, this passage is challenging, but isn’t it great?!
~Infinite love,
Nalini
