"Summer is for Kids" Monday Morning Check-In Post

How Are You??

It’s a line from “Resident Alien” which I just started watching this past week even though it’s been on my list for months. I did the same thing with “Good Omens” the week before. I tried to start each of them a while back, got one minute in, and then turned them off.

This was all about timing as at this moment they have been exactly the fun I have been needing - the perfect blend of humor, spiritual themes, themes regarding humanity, satire, sendups, dark comedy, and any alien mythology storyline you can imagine while also being populated by characters I care about.

Timing, The Pleiadians said in our Solstice transmission: “Timing is one of the things that is completely out of your hands, completely.”

I always know when my timing is off because nothing works no matter how hard I push. Surrender has been a long time coming for me, and I am still not an expert at it.

I took a drive yesterday back to the house I grew up in. I’ve been wanting to do this since arriving back here. Yesterday suddenly was the day.

As I neared it, I felt a very familiar anxiety and nervousness start to rumble in my chest and gut. It got louder and louder the closer I got to my old home. As I sat parked in front of it, I recognized it as the feeling I had throughout much of my childhood and teenage years, the one sourced from the reality that at any moment I could be in trouble, big trouble, and suffer punishment at the hands of those charged with my care.

This fear rules me at times to this day. It causes me to hold back and censor myself (believe it or not, this big mouth keeps much to herself at times and often deletes long-winded social media posts instead of publishing them), and it creates ridiculous punishment scenarios in my mind about potential consequences that never materialize.

I took further advantage yesterday of the last few days of this particular Mercury Retrograde cycle (it stations direct on Wednesday) and drove by both of my elementary schools (after third grade the one I was attending closed due to declining enrollment and we were bussed across the busy street to Indian Grove - blech, it’s still named “Indian Grove”) which sits directly across from the Catholic Church I attended until my mother got remarried and was excommunicated. Next to the church is the Park District building where I went to preschool. I skated behind it every winter in the ice rink they would create there.

I then drove by my junior high school (now a middle school) and then headed to my high school. I exited my car and wandered the property there for a bit, remembering more here than anywhere else. Other than the house I grew up in, it’s the place I spent the most time back then.

The entirety of the suburban area is remarkably unchanged in many ways. The neighborhood I grew up in is still comprised of the same houses, some with fresh paint and exteriors and some looking exactly the same. When I was young, everything felt far from my house, especially my high school. Today, it’s clear how close together everything is, creating an isolated bubble of existence.

The vibes were also the same. The people I encountered seemed put back that I would say “hello” or try to engage with them. This is starkly contrasted in the city where most everyone talks to everyone.

The indoor ice rink at my old mall has been replaced by a Home Depot and sections of the mall have been replaced by a Costco. Someone behind me was driving a white truck with a giant Trump flag on a pole stuck on a post behind it, and I could not get out of there soon enough.

The anxiety I had felt upon arriving at my childhood home, one I have not stepped foot in since I was eighteen, was long gone, it dissipated once I drove away from it. I contemplated knocking on the front door and asking to go inside (scene from a movie) and instead just drove away laughing at the idea.

The kids all go back to school today in Illinois. I took this trip down memory lane, so many memories, on their last day of summer.

“Summer is for kids”. I have been tossing this around in my head since hearing it said on Saturday night.

Summer is for the kids in us all. Those beings are us in adult bodies and I have found the more I allow the kid in me to have the fun and joy she needs, the more the adult me is healthy and fulfilled, the longer my summers go on until suddenly it’s summer all year long.

Joy, it’s in the lexicon and the ethers right now. Some are celebrating it fully and a much smaller group are judging it as inappropriate for any of us to feel joy while suffering occurs in other lands.

Suffering is always happening all around us. The choice to activate the vibration of joy, operate from joy, and be in joy is not a bypass of the very real and lived suffering happening, both our own and in others. That pain and suffering are all sourced from pain and suffering, on and on it goes, a loop of suffering.

Suffering begets more suffering.

Joy is an antidote to the suffering allowing us to engage more, be of more service, heal, evolve, and facilitate the creation of a joyful reality for everyone.

I can feel the pain of the world and my own as well, direct healing where it is needed, and operate from joy.

Taking joyful actions creates more joy.

Don’t let a single motherfucker dim your joy.

How are You??!! Please drop me a comment below and let me know.

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