What a vivid, metacognitive, expansive and magnetic world you paint. Your journaling is one step beyond mine!
As an aside, given that I was off-the-grid for so long, I’m curious about this new Substack feature that is Notes! What is it’s purpose? What would I gain from writing Notes? Does Substack provide any guidance on the feature?
I love these synchronicities! I always put out my Hummingbird feeders on Mother’s Day.
It was on a Mother’s Day that I had asked for a sign (concerning my 30 year rampant alcoholism) and saw a hummer come to my bathroom window as I sat on the commode with my head in my hands. Less than two months later I entered into a rehab--July 11, 1995.
There are always sidewalk oracles when we are open to receiving them. I love dragonflies and got my first tattoo of one on my left inner ankle by my tattoo artist daughter when I turned 50.
Wow. This is amazing! I find as I clean out the gunk of life the "sidewalk oracles" increase exponentially. I am always amazed at the level of heart fluttering I experience when one of these communications occur. It has become more real to me than "real life" explained by talking heads. Big hug to you! Regarding rampant alcoholism or any addiction we use to cover up our uncomfortable feelings, it is so much easier to "SIT AT OUR FEET" and feel the feelings than to abuse ourselves and deal with those potent side-effects. I wish I knew you in real life!
What a vivid, metacognitive, expansive and magnetic world you paint. Your journaling is one step beyond mine!
As an aside, given that I was off-the-grid for so long, I’m curious about this new Substack feature that is Notes! What is it’s purpose? What would I gain from writing Notes? Does Substack provide any guidance on the feature?
I love these synchronicities! I always put out my Hummingbird feeders on Mother’s Day.
It was on a Mother’s Day that I had asked for a sign (concerning my 30 year rampant alcoholism) and saw a hummer come to my bathroom window as I sat on the commode with my head in my hands. Less than two months later I entered into a rehab--July 11, 1995.
There are always sidewalk oracles when we are open to receiving them. I love dragonflies and got my first tattoo of one on my left inner ankle by my tattoo artist daughter when I turned 50.
I often get messages on license plates too.
Wow. This is amazing! I find as I clean out the gunk of life the "sidewalk oracles" increase exponentially. I am always amazed at the level of heart fluttering I experience when one of these communications occur. It has become more real to me than "real life" explained by talking heads. Big hug to you! Regarding rampant alcoholism or any addiction we use to cover up our uncomfortable feelings, it is so much easier to "SIT AT OUR FEET" and feel the feelings than to abuse ourselves and deal with those potent side-effects. I wish I knew you in real life!
Mmmmmmmm... so many signs. Hummin’bird is one of my oldest nicknames. Thank you for these reminders. I needed them today. ✨🥰✨