I am new to the energy work realm relatively speaking to many others on this path.
Even before I began to formally apply positive energy and thinking to situations, the universe was always there guiding me. Last year, I took in a pregnant 9 month old cat and eventually raised her babies. This year mother nature has decided I should host a mother hummingbird and her brood.
For a few weeks, the hummingbird sat on her eggs in the apex of my gazebo. Now she is feeding a hungry crew. In another few short weeks, the babies will leave the nest.
All these happy beginnings surround me.
Is the universe trying to tell me something? Well it's not motherhood and me that is for sure. That dream died with my second collapsed immune system (the black mold incident). I cannot pass on this disease to anyone. It's not right.
I think the universe is telling me to do a do-over. Start again. Make my own happy beginning.
It seems I am attracting in the animal world what I always wanted for myself: a home, caring family, positive support, and a safe environment in which to thrive.
My only question is: what animal will I be hosting next year?
April Fool's Day did not go by without trying to screw me.
My family believes that I should roll over and do whatever they say. Yeah, right. Get in line!
They made it that I don't get X unless I sign off on Y. The joke is on them. I don't play games. My family should realize that they neglected, abused, and tortured me and go with that gut feeling. I have all the time in the world.
I don't need X that badly. I can wait. I wonder who is going to cry uncle first?
What is being done by my family is not ethical or moral to say the least. Not even lawful, but why should laws and rights stand in their way? They haven't before.
Some people never learn: crime doesn't pay. Where's a superhero when you need one? To steal fifty pieces of silver no less? What a shame.
Quite embarrassing I am still related to them. They obviously do not understand: two can play that game. Now to brush up on my superhero rules!
I am going to need to leap tall buildings for this one.
My body of late has been going through the terrible twos.
Every little inhalation that is not pristine is met with a near death experience. On this end of things, I am getting a little tired of it. There is no reason for my immune system to have these unnecessary freak outs.
It's like living in an abusive relationship.
If I cannot get my way whaaaaa! I went through ten Emergen-C packets just to and fro the grocery store. The store isn't more than .92 miles away. That's ridiculous.
Something has got to give. I need to do basic things for myself. Good thing I decided not to go window shopping today at the local thrift store. Good god, people.
Some people think cats are impersonal, dumb animals. Own one and discover their quirks. My Lynx Colorpoint Shorthair believes that racing around the house and across me is super fun.
So the exclamation: Jesus! has not been spared.
All of a sudden he is jumping on my stomach to get somewhere. Or, trying to race me to the end of the hallway where I am oblivious to his game and accidentally kick him. Good thing, I am not in a hurry or I could hurt him.
When he gets too excitable the squirt bottle is employed and was the only thing to stop him from gutting me one week.