I’m in it. I can haz flow, pls?
Whatever wonky Universe-changing event that happened over the past seven days seems to have left me stuck. In some ways, though, I’ve moved through a couple things that had been weighing me down but all of it seems to be stuck somewhere inside me, begging for release. Release, for me, comes through words so I can often tell more about things that I am NOT writing about than what I am.
I am still trying to process all that went on during the Animal Essences workshop. It feels to me that a HUGE demarcation line has been drawn between “before the workshop” and “after the workshop” in a way I cannot even get my head around yet. Maybe it was spending 3 days without a chance to go off on my own and just be. Of all the people in the world, my buddy Dana is one of the easiest for me to be with. So, it’s not that it was about needing to separate from her. Looking back on the weekend, I just felt “off balance”.
Then, coming home to the chaos that was the (not at all successful) introduction into the household of PDOL. Being out of a really peaceful routine where the girls and Max know what’s coming every day (as do I) and the necessity of having to shift all the pets around so as not to cause friction really messed me up. Of course, the incident with Max and PDOL really set things all wonky and I don’t think I’ve yet to move back to my old space. Probably as it should be, though. Something huge has shifted and I’m hoping the call with my coach today enlightens me.
What really feels weird, though, is how the words are stuck. (Not so’s you’d notice with this lengthy post) but it just feels different. It feels like something underneath all the layers wants to stay hidden and is usurping all the energy I have for flow into keeping things covered. Does that make any sense at all? I know it will pass but I wanted to at least get it out of my head and onto virtual paper for now.
Update on Max: Slowly but surely, he is healing up in body and spirit. His tail is now at half mast rather than being way tucked under his butt. Max’s tail is always a sure sign of how he’s feeling. He’s hiding in the bedroom less and less and that’s a good thing. Thank you sweet, sweet readers for leaving me comments on here about him and the whole situation. Gal, in response to your question about Lucie and Sophie – I can sense they are looking after him in a weird way. You wouldn’t notice it to look at it but I can feel their energy protecting him. Don’t ask me how (you always do! hehe) but I know it.
Also, a big hello to my new friend Jenn from the weekend seminar. It was true grace that we were paired with Jenn and her “Wild Horse” partner Sarah for much of the individual work we did in the group. To create the groups, all 19 of us had to pick animal cards from a bowl and the ones who had the same animal because a “clan”. Given that we all picked at different times, there were definitely forces pretty strong happening that Dana and I were a clan with Jenn and Sarah. Weird how that Universe works, but we blended together so beautifully, it was clearly divinely guided. (More about this when I write my post on the class.)
Wowza, pretty long post for someone who has words stuck in her, hmmm? Here’s a picture of Max de dogg from earlier in the week. He’s just sniffing the air as the wind blows – one of his favorite pasttimes.
*HUGS*
Love the picture~ cute pup. :) I’m glad he’s healing well!