It's the Timing Check-In Post
How Are You??!!
Yeah, it’s Tuesday. Notice the change in the title. I’ve been sending out a “Monday Morning Check-In Post” for a while now, and thought it was time for a change. So, my check-in posts will now be random, which feels freer to me. I was starting to feel chained to my schedule here. This does not mean I’ll be writing less, and it may mean I’ll be writing more.
The pain in my leg that came out of nowhere the day before my sister and I collaborated on that call with our father a few weeks ago persists. The good news is that I’ve gotten on my yoga mat for the first time since returning here last year. The bad news is that I am still susceptible to running the pain others feel through my own body. It’s my right leg/knee/hamstring, typically the side of the body we associate with the yang/masculine energy. It doesn't take much intelligence to figure this one out.
“It’s going to take you a few more weeks,” Jon said while doing some Reiki on me the other night.
I know he’s right, and my impatient self does not like this input.
And while the pain is connected to my father and his pain, it’s also my own. I have found it’s impossible to feel something unless I hold a piece of it, and while my stuff can easily be magnified by the stuff of those around me or the collective at large, I’ve still got to take responsibility for the pieces that are mine.
I’ve been feeling the urge to step out here in the city for some time now, and either have not been taking the actions needed, or when I have taken actions, things have not yet quite lined up.
ie: I texted the person about doing an event, and they were out of the country
ie: I excitedly went to pick up my new business cards on Saturday, and they were cut wrong, making everything slightly askew. They’ve now been returned and I’ve been refunded, something I hated to have to do, and instead I’ve gone with a company online that specializes in this service. I was trying to go local and support brick and mortar. So now my cards will not be in hand for at least 10 days.
These things and others, including my leg, are telling me that as much as I think I am ready to get out there in the world and in front of people, the timing is not quite right. I am amid another shift, integrating new pieces of information and reinventing myself once again.
“I opened a faerie portal in the room you’ll be using for your office,” my young friend told me a year ago when she and her mom, my longtime friend, Heather, were visiting us from California. “Only one of them came in, because you’re not ready yet for more.” She was divining for me the path of timing I would take after moving here, and her divination was one hundred percent correct. It took longer than I wanted it to for my calendar to be full again.
Six months after her words, I noticed how full the energy felt in my office. It matched the level of work I was doing. The energy has quieted again, and this means it’s time for me to relax, heal, and receive. This is not an easy place for me. I am much better when doing and in motion than I am sitting on my ass waiting for the alignment. My leg, however, makes more sitting on my ass necessary.
The beauty of late spring is here, and it’s remarkable to me how green and lush everything is after the cold bleakness of winter, and after twenty years of living in an environment where moisture in the air was rare and drought conditions were frequent. While walking the pack this weekend, we were handed a bag of greens on Saturday by a neighbor tending to her garden as we passed, and a container of watermelon from another on Sunday when we all visited with her on her stoop. We are embedded in this neighborhood. The pack has assisted us in getting to know many people here.
And despite my leg, I went to two farmers’ markets over the weekend, stepped into two magical shops I enjoy, and finally reached out about the potential of doing an event at one of them. The physical manifestation of this will probably not come about until later in the summer. The timing, as always, and no matter how much I do not like it, is out of my hands.
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I have found that “patience” can certainly try one’s patience😵💫. At 73, I’m still working on that one from time to time😅😂🤣‼️
BTW: May your leg be healed soon❣️
I actually have gorgeous late spring flowers that just bloomed today. They’re 2 different kids of irises - one large & peach and the other small and a royal purple color. Thanks for drawing my attention to them & sharing your late spring experiences!
I also just planted a bunch of veggies now that it’s June. We’ll see if any get to our kitchen table this year as last year’s harvest went to the wildlife in my yard - chipmunks 🐿️, squirrels 🐿️, groundhogs, and deer 🦌. I do like digging in the dirt though.
Wow, these seem like extra times! Thanks for sharing the ride.