Hi friends, I’m back! I’m still not entirely sure why I was gone, but I did fall off the path for a bit. I have my suspicions about what happened but I’ll let you draw your own conclusions…
One of my most favourite things to do when I’m in the ocean is to lay on my back, keep my ears under the water and make shapes out of the clouds. It is really important to do this behind where the waves break, nothing worse than a surprise wave when you’re having a moment.
As much I love cloud watching in the ocean it’s rarely something I think of doing when I’m on laying on the beach. This week I did and I’m so grateful. The clouds on that day were miraculous. There was no squinting and trying to force shapes, they were clear as day and then I watched them transform into other clearly identifiable shapes. I was riveted for at least an hour – which is evident by the glowing tan on my front and the pasty ghost land that is my back.
The terms ‘let go’ and/or ‘letting go’ have come up a number of times in each of the three sessions of energetic healing of the first cycle*. To the extent that I get the impression it’s an unusual amount and perhaps because I’m not a good letter–goer. Which got me to thinking, what does it mean to let go?
It’s also the hardest of all to actually read. It’s mostly written in metaphors and heavy symbolism, which I’m really no good at deciphering. I take things at face value and often refuse to read between the lines because of the ambiguity.
I’ve finally made it to the gift of the three sessions. I’ve done the hard yards and here is the time for reward!
Two hours of sitting in the lap of love is how it was described to me and boy I was ready to sit in the lap of love. I’ve missed being in love and I’ve missed being loved. I was really looking forward to feeling love for someone for no other reason other than that they were caring for me through massage. Or so I thought.