That would be me in said fog. And not the kind that comes in on little cat feet, either. It rolled in yesterday morning bringing with it some latent grumpiness and boredom. That is never a good combo for me. I did do one of my intuitive readings in the evening to help lift my own vibration and it did – for a bit – and then back down into the fog.
Not sure what is going on. Maybe I’m just tired and it’s as simple as that. Maybe it’s the flip side of my happiness from last week. Dunno. Must fight through, though.
As I was writing this, I thought about the earthquake in Haiti and the scenes of despair and horror that seem to be on all the news blogs I read. I try hard to avoid that because I just cannot take it in – it absolutely slays me. The other night I caught some on Olbermann and just broke out in tears from seeing the sadness and the pain of the people there. (That’s part of being an empath and the whole of being human.) I did send Reiki (energetic healing) and each morning I’ve been saying this prayer with every bit of healing and love and light I have within me behind it. In addition, we donated money to the Red Cross and since I keep seeing the link for Doctors without Borders around, I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to donate there as well.
Thank you for surrounding those that are suffering in Haiti with healing light, bring comfort to their bodies, minds & spirits, remind them that they are not alone, that they are always loved & cared for.
Thank you for giving courage & strength to those working tirelessly to aid others. We appreciate their efforts so much. We are blessed to have each other, we are blessed to be connected to source, an infinite well of love & abundance. In the name of the light, and so it is. Amen.
Oh, and Gal – there is no mystical reason for 8:35 – just that I need to leave the house by 9:15 and 8:35 is really the time that gives me the most amount of goof-off time before I have to get my ass in gear. (I love what piques your interest, though. I think I could make a study out of that! hehe)
Cheers to my last day of farting around!
I am toasting you and your Herculean efforts to continue farting off with a fine Anheiser-Busch beverage. I remember my freelance days affectionately as “my couch life” because I was so happy, working on my laptop from home, tucked into the corner of my sofa.
I’m afraid I have the opposite problem regarding Haiti. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I’m numb in regards to it. Maybe it’s Haiti fatigue. Maybe I’m completely xenophobic. Yet today I was touched by a homeless man who was sharing his hamburger bun with the pigeons on a street corner, and I reminded myself that if I could send money to UNICEF, I could spare change for a homeless man who is compassionate about pigeons. So I know I’m not really dead inside.
Haiti may indeed be a big part of your fog. After Princess Diana died, my niece, who was then just very young, started to cry spontaneously during her nightly bath. She SOBBED. Because Princesses aren’t supposed to die. None of us had discussed it with her, but the news coverage was so pervasive and the conversations among adults was so ubiquitous that somehow it penetrated her consciousness. Maybe that’s part of what you’re battling through.