Now that you guys know how my titles are often multi-layered, I don’t feel as though I need to over-explain them anymore. However, with that being said, I’m still going to REFER back to them. Occasionally. Like now.
My recent lecture (infused knowledge for sure) about applying ALL of our messages to ALL of us came back and bit me in the ass this afternoon. I totally Laughed Out Loud, at my own ridiculous self elf. I had to really concentrate on WHERE I was still holding out. That was a very important lesson for me. And I wanted you all to know that I am so NOT above being chastised by the Universe.
On another level this title has to do with my excellent health news. Tiny small improvements (and movements) DO count! I (finally!) busted past that plateau. By (have I said finally! enough yet?) losing just barely half a pound, sure, but still. I’m countin’ it.
My daily outdoor event was a neighborhood trudge, again on the extended Route. The weather continues to be astoundingly clear, and I got to see plenty of interesting sights. (Including the moon.)
There were tons of folks out there with me too. Most of them were old men on bikes. Odd, even for this part of town. I mean MANY ancient dudes, like that elderly tricycle woman, these guys were decades past retirement age.
And I’m still noticing so many things in the sprouting stages, even though we all know it could be deadly for them. Nothing I can do but be grateful for their beauty and just hope most will survive.
This “trimming” project happened yesterday, and I couldn’t wait to get over here to photograph it. The house is empty, has been for a minimum of a full year. My guess is that the next door neighbors did this, not the owners or realtors. I don’t actually care, I’m just glad SOMEone gave me back some sidewalk.
Speaking of real estate agents, look at this sign. A Hanna, spelled the same as my Hurricane! (California fam, be sure to click on the link attached to Ms Hagen’s name. See where she went back to school?)
The listing must still be too new, because I tried to get a picture from their website so I could show you the house. I know this was NOT there yesterday when I rode past. I’ll have more info after Saturday, when she’s having an Open House. Oh yeah, I’ll be there!
This is a shot of the school field that you’ve now seen about twelve damn times. I can’t help it if a lot happens there! This time it was not a herd of domestic deer or a golfer, but a metal detector-ing person. If I had one of those machines I would not be on that side of the road, I’d be across from it on the running path. Not because I think joggers lose more crap than elementary school kids, but because it’s more overgrown near the canal and more likely to hide treasures.
Thanks for all the sympathy about my necrotic looking toe. It’s not actually dying, and no Robin, thankfully the nail is fine and won’t fall off. It’s just a WAY deep bruise. Starting out today was a bit of a challenge, trying to not put much pressure on it as I walked. But it got better as I kept going, so I have plenty of confidence that (even with the continued, but slight, swelling) it is absolutely already beginning to heal.
The Foreign License Plate Report is amusing. Two. That’s all I’ve seen in days. They were both from New Jersey. AGAIN! Fine, one of them MIGHT have been New Neighbor Myron, but possibly not. I saw it from the corner of my eye as I was taking one of the above pictures. As I said last time, I can spot those bastards from blocks away now. And no, I’m not thinking that they are all the same cars (other than maybe Myron), it’s been a different style of vehicle each time.
On our card altar we’ve got one that at first, as I said earlier, felt slightly off. For me, anyway. But then as I examined it deeper I saw the direction I needed to focus on, and it was actually very helpful.
“The Prison Waif ~
self-sabotage, poverty consciousness ~ 31
When the Prison Waif arrives in his realm as your Ally, he comes to remind you of the Law of Paradoxical Intent. Your own self-sabotaging thoughts and hidden beliefs are, in fact, preventing you from your highest good. You might believe that you are doing all you can to manifest your reality, but perhaps you are giving in to thoughts such as the following:
I can’t do this.
I am unworthy.
I will fail, so why try?
I don’t deserve this.
I am unlovable.
In fact, you are locked in a prison of your own making. That’s the good news, because it means you have the key to let yourself out. This is a sign that you need to spend some time with yourself addressing those beliefs that counter your hard work to get ahead. You can change them if you want to. You do not want to stay in prison, do you?
Take inventory of your thoughts, let yourself out of jail, and spend a few minutes outdoors in gratitude. It is time to let the sunshine in.”
I was really excited to find where this applied in my own life and how it fit so well with one of the patterned thinking ruts I wasn’t letting go of. If this one feels like a “not for me” type, look at it from another angle, the way I did, and see if you don’t receive a different answer this time. Make it count, don’t brush it off.
Here’s another thought, it might be easier to “hear” if you substitute the poverty consciousness with something else (unless that IS your message, in which case, don’t exchange it). As an example, perhaps guilt consciousness, or worry consciousness, or even unhealthy weight consciousness. Or whatever direction your Team points you in.
One more thing about this card, the number. It counts too, adding down to Four. We know that this is our best foundation to build upon, the most stable, giving us the strongest base possible.
Once you’ve found the topic the Prison Waif is referring to, for you, construct a temple, create a gorgeous place of worship, manifest into being the very opposite of those negative consciousness thoughts. We are worthy of freedom, beauty, and grace. We count.
Today’s Deck:
Wisdom Of The Hidden Realms by Colette Baron-Reid
I like the message of the card. Going to have to ponder what it means for me.
We have yellow daffodils BLOOMING in the yard. This is not good. If we have much winter, so many things are going to experience arrested development. On the other hand if we don’t have some winter, the ticks and fleas will be a very big problem very soon. Yikes.
Well crap. What a choice huh?
(How much research have you already done about natural repellent?)
We -still- have fleas. They’ve yet to leave. If we can’t get at least a good hard solid week of freeze here, I don’t even want to think about summer.
Cheers for blasting past the number and off the plateau. TX and WA plates. No Oregon plates lately. It was a beautiful day today with a fab sunset. When I finally blog again, I will post it. It was lovely. Spring cometh!
Looking foward to it! No rush, we know that you have so much going on. We can be patient.
Those NJ plates would obviously be me saying hello!
I was thinking about the bug problem yesterday as the stink bugs are already walking around in my house. Ewwww.
And THAT card was like SMACK upside my head. Way to be subtle Universe! Off to think positive and affirming thoughts.
I WISH it was you (and Megan) in some of those cars! You guys are very much on my mind every time I see them.
I remember the mention of stink bugs from when I was, like, less than five maybe? So, the Santa Barbara or Tahoe years for sure. We certainly don’t have them here, since I have no idea what they are.
Yeah, Karen, me too. SMACK. I have a huge amount of this “poverty consciousness” and it’s been rather a problem. So I’m going to start working on it right now. Because enough with this feeling like I don’t have enough! (And all the other stuff the card said.)
Julie: I whacked myself in the ankle last night twice in a row, same place, and got this huge lump coming up. So I put on Arnica and iced it. There is still a bruise and a small lump, but I think some more Arnica will do the trick! I was thinking of your toe as I applied the gel.
Especially as I didn’t just whack myself twice, I didn’t move the whacking object out of the way until I scraped past a 3rd time!
My bruise has started to move and grow, going down the side of my toe now. I told you it would be entertaining!
Good moving that whacking object, eventually.
I’m with Karen and Skye. No need to put in extra thought to realize how this one effects/affects me (still confused, I guess). In fact, did it have my name written on the back of it?
Under the heading, I am such a dork: I sometimes don’t want to use the arnica because it works too well and I don’t get enough sympathy for my bruises. I’m so clumsy, bruises are a constant companion.
I am SO envious of the way things are greening up around you. We won’t get green around here until May.
Does banging my head on the corner of the cupboard door over my washing machine (both of which have been in this exact same place/position for nearly 20 years), right after scraping my knuckles on the garage door, followed by re-opening a tiny cut in the bottom of my right foot, qualify me to join you in your Clumsy Club?
Don’t envy us our greenery,
much of it is moss and mold.
Good card, with a fundamental 4 to go along with it. Interesting weather, but not really unusual, just not typical.
Congrats on the bust through. Mrs. Denial just hit a new low weight this morning and was very happy.
True, nothing is REALLY unusual for us in Jan-Feb.
Way to go Mrs Denial! Woot for us!
Karyn, we are gonna be the hottest wives (in the category of: not having purchased new fake boobs) at the Function this year!
(Which is where exactly? Same place? I know it’s in March…. )
Congrats on breaking the plateau!!
Good, good card I’ve been struggling with an issue and I liked what you said at the end.
“Once you’ve found the topic the Prison Waif is referring to, for you, construct a temple, create a gorgeous place of worship, manifest into being the very opposite of those negative consciousness thoughts. We are worthy of freedom, beauty, and grace. We count.”
There is a super cool guided meditation I learned ten zillion years ago in which you (mentally, obvs) build yourself a sanctuary, on a perfectly balanced, sturdy foundation. Mine is lovely, and I still go there.
After 10 years of thearpy I’m good about catching Prison Waif as she tries to tiptoe up behind me, and then fokking her in her stupid earhole with my awesomeness. Anxiety Pixie, however, still makes me her bitch.
Damn that Anxiety Pixie!
(Don’t we ALL have some freaking form of those rat bastards!?)
Betty Fokker: You are hilarious.
Yay, Julie, on breaking the plateau! It counts!
I still have issues from time to time with the Prison Waif. Will take a look to see if she’s got me again. And like Judie, I liked what you said at the end. Awesome.
The rest of us dream of being as quick witted and fleet of (typing) finger as our beloved BF.
this will throw me into moderation again, but wanted to give Patchwork her own email account
It did, but I’ve released her. She is now free to move about the cabin,
and the interwebz.
(Speaking of….
are you watching Pan Am these days? I really had my doubts but the kids MADE me because I adore Christina Ricci. SO glad they did, it has totally grown on me.)
No, I haven’t seen it, but I do love Christina Ricci, too.
Definitely need to build that sanctuary…we both know what my topic is and what negativity I need to kick to the curb.
Or kick in her fucking teeth.
Oops, was that outloud?
Right, so yes. Building a sanctuary would be ideal, some place safe and beautiful and positve and light filled and oh so loving. Ah, I feel better already.
It counts!
Prison waif entered my thoughts this morning, but I kicked her butt to the curb, went to Curves, and then came home and went to the developments little gym and walked on the treadmill. Yay me! No time for negative thinking if I’m exercising.
A doubled up day for you too! Nicely done.
Update – that link to the real estate Hanna now has her one listing available to see. Not much there, but more than when I originally wrote this post on Thursday night.