Happenings of Late

 The past month or so has been hectic to say the least.

Let's break it down...

I went to Louisiana to visit family for two weeks. The travel there was horrible--I'll spare you the details. The visit was great. However, I forgot one of the most important medicines at home--my happy pill. And, by the time the doctor FINALLY sent in an emergency script, I had already done the worst of the detox. I've decided, at least until my next appointment, I'm not taking them anymore. Sure, I've had moments of crying for what I deem as no reason. And my anxiety has shown its face again. But it isn't unmanageable. Heck, I haven't killed anyone yet, so that's a positive sign!!

Anytime I go "home" I feel stuck. I've felt the sense of a dome being around me there. My messages from Source fade. My sense of empath dull. Sure, I feel more of a presence of my ancestors. However, I also feel a distance at the same time, if that makes sense. I had no desire to see extended family. I put out there that if people wanted to see me they just needed to let me know, but not a single one responded. And I'm okay with that. I'm not sure if that's growth or stubbornness. I'm hoping it's growth.

I met my hubby's Godchild/our nephew. We actually met two new nephews from since we left. Then, my hubby shocked me...

We have been chatting about moving closer to the south for more access to the nephews. Well, the Saturday after we arrived he put an offer down on land while I was napping! And the most shocking part? I think we actually are getting it.

I did have to go to a Catholic mass for my hubby's Godson's christening. That was interesting. I didn't like the priest. He was sounding more like "he" is the savior of souls rather than the "He" the Catholics preach of. But it was nice seeing my hubby connect with our nephew in such a deep way.

Getting home was much easier. I think after the insanity going, it was a sign of smooth sailing coming back.

Since the adventure, it's been slow-going getting back to normal. There's more what if's now because of the land. That's stressful. I am slowly getting back to my instruments. I missed them so. I'm working on a million travel insurance forms. We spend SO much more on travel than necessary. This trip made me lose a lot of faith in one of the few airlines that fly out of Fargo. Yet, we have so much travel already booked, we don't have much of a choice.

This is all a reality check for me. I have trouble staying grounded, and boy is this teaching me to focus more on it. I just hope having to focus on 3D things doesn't last too long--I miss my connection to my guides and source. They're there-I can sense them. But I can tell they're waiting for me to be fully ready again.