I Almost Forgot to Write My Monday Morning Check-In Post

How Are You??!!

Indoor Green City Farmers’ Market in Avondale

I was tooling around town yesterday afternoon when I realized I had not even thought about this piece yet. My Monday morning missives usually play out in bits and pieces in my head on and off all week, and when I sit down on Sunday they come out in one writing session, pretty much how my channeled transmissions happen. Yesterday, however, the canvas felt blank.

I thought, “Maybe I should just blow this one off,” but my type-A personality found this idea unacceptable as I then played around with titling this one, “I Almost Blew This One Off Monday Morning……”

It was then that ideas started to form, once I recommitted to this biweekly adventure I began over a year and a half ago.

Side note: How is it that biweekly means every other week AND twice a week? Who thought this was a good idea?

The confusion this now causes was not a problem when the word fortnight was in our vernacular (fortnight means every two weeks). So biweekly back then would have been twice a week, and once a fortnight or fortnightly would have been every other week. I love the word fortnight and think we should bring it back.

I once, long, long ago tried to bring back the word “foxy”. I used it as often as I could. I worked it into every possible conversation where appropriate and in ways it was not. My friends all thought I was ridiculous, as time and time again I told them all how foxy they were. A few weeks after I began this campaign, I met a guy in a bar who said, “You look foxy,” when introducing himself to me. I agreed to go on a date with him solely for this reason. Turns out our use of the word “foxy” was the only thing we had in common and my campaign died. I’d never heard of the Law of Attraction back then, but if I had, I for sure would have chalked him up to that.

Huh, none of this was in my head earlier.

I am going to change the subject.

Chicago does Christmas way bigger than Ojai ever did. Growing up and living a good chunk of my adult life in a cold weather climate, Christmas in Southern California always felt weird to me. I mean, the holidays were already weird and uncomfortable for a lot of reasons, the celebration was always overshadowed by the stress and obligations and family dysfunction. So I checked out of them long ago and had very little Christmas Spirit, and the very unChristmas-like weather helped.

Chicago, though, well, it’s all lit up, as in Christmas lights everywhere, and the weather is as it should be, according to my records, cold. There is even just a bit of snow on the ground. I watched Zoey try to figure out the other morning why the white stuff under her paws was no longer soft and was now hard and slippery. Once she got used to it, she had fun crunching her way across the yard as Teddy had so much fun this fall crunching his way through every pile of leaves he could find.

I went out and about all weekend pretending to Christmas shop. We don’t exchange gifts here, so it was just an adventure in people-watching and an opportunity to see folks and have fun. After attending the wonderful indoor farmer’s market in the Avondale neighborhood on Saturday, I headed to Evanston. Luna was having a sale and I continue to appreciate the healing and magic in her creations.

My hand pushed the door to her shop and my college friend, Jane, was on the other side pulling it. I walked into her, hugged her, and exclaimed, “I have been expecting to run into you!” She lives a few blocks from us, we just had not yet connected.

After she left, I realized this was one of those weaving moments for me, my old life meeting my new life here in Chicago.

“I am not going to just overlay the life we were living in Ojai here in Chicago!” I yelled at Jon after first arriving, knowing we needed to change some things up and not knowing at all what those changes would look like.

Of course, I then did try to do exactly what I said I would not do, recreate that day-to-day existence here. But we are not there, we are here, and other things have also changed. Our flow is different and we are evolving. I no longer feel completely in the dark about why we are here and yet not all of the lights have yet come on, not even half, if I am being honest. So, we’re both still fumbling around at times, falling back into old patterns and laying new foundations at the same time.

I keep stressing that my calendar does not look as it has for the last decade or so, even while loudly proclaiming I don’t want it all to remain the same. Meanwhile, we’re having fun and exploring and also fighting when we both feel overwhelmed and afraid.

As I was working on this piece yesterday evening, Sookie could not settle. She kept running in and out of my office bringing Zoey and Teddy with her, trying to get them to play with her, and demanding my attention, which I, of course, gave her.

Finally, I looked at her in her frustration at being unable to settle herself, and I spontaneously started singing to her. “Walking in a Winter Wonderland” was what came out of my mouth. She cocked her head, as she does when she is trying to understand something, and then gently lay down by my feet and sighed, while Zoey in the dog bed behind me began softly snoring.

I hope your holidays are exactly as you want them to be. Our Christmas plan is to eat pizza, watch movies, and have fun with our pack.

How are you?? Please leave me a comment below and let me know.

I had such a wonderful time during our Solstice event on Thursday. The audio recording from this transmission is now available here. There was so much information and support given regarding the current timeline we are traveling along with some magic for the Solstice gateway, and a powerful spell for the New Moon on December 30th.

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