Yesterday (seemingly out of the blue?) I happened to (re-)read the following line, credited to Heraclitus (pronounced as Her-uh-klay-tees), that ancient philosopher:
the only constant is change.
It’s not just valid and meaningful, this statement is also a Universal truth. And it’s (as I texted to a friend this afternoon) the very basis of my most primary Life Lesson. If you held a gun to my head and forced me to scribble out a mantra, it would be: RELEASE! (And not even in an ironic way.)
Today (with or without my consent) that concept was put into motion. Or rather, it was reinforced. Because something arrived on my doorstep which will insist that I let-go and move-on.
Earlier last week I (somehow!) left my Mermaid Water in a grocery basket. Realizing fairly quickly, Dan called the store. They’d go look. I was reassured.
When we got home, I called. Just because. Talked to the same guy. He said he’ll go look. I was reassured.
The next day, we went to get it. Sadly, it was not to be located in the Customer Service booth. But I hadn’t given up. (I was angry and pissed off, but I had not lost all hope.)
Later that night, I had the deputy drive me back. Speaking with management, trying to get him to understand the significance of this particular water bottle. To no avail. He looked and looked and looked.
That’s when I gave up. She was gone. I would never hold, nor pose, nor photograph her again. Our last outing had been a good neighborhood wander. And the day before that, we’d been to the Fair. The miles we’d gathered were massive. She’d gotten me through many challenges. But now, it was time to say goodbye. I was heartbroken.
This is her replacement. (Please ignore the dog wearing a hooded sweatshirt, he’s not new.) I won’t be able to call this one Mermaid, because that name means something else. And besides, Replacement is a completely different color. (Perhaps she’ll just be known as Blue.)
When Kelly heard about my tragic loss, our beloved friend (and now Doctor) immediately jumped into action. She even contacted the manufacturer directly. Tragically, it was for naught. Mermaid Water is no more. No place, no longer, nowhere.
Thank you, all who loved her. And especially you, Dr who cared enough to replace her for me. New Water and I will strive to love each other. Not unlike an arranged marriage, fondness is sure to grow. It may take some getting used to, but I believe we can manage it.
When I awoke this afternoon, not actually on time, our message was there, waiting for me:
believe what feels right,
question that which does not.
It sounds so easy, and yet, it’s not always. For some folks (me!), letting go isn’t easy, either. I have faith though, in all of us.
When I reached out for the daily draw, standing in front of our card altar, the direction of my hand felt like it was being changed, to reflect further validation and support.
“Career Transition ~
‘Your life purpose is triggering a blessed career change.
You’ve prayed for help with your career, and it’s now occurring. Sometimes change is perceived as stressful, yet I’m helping to clear the old from your life to make way for the new.
Pay close attention to your repetitive ideas, dreams, and visions, as these are Divinely inspired roadmaps pointing the way along your desired path. You may not see the entire road (or where it’s leading), but each step will be lit along the way.’
Working with Archangel Chamuel:
His ability to see clearly helps us find things, situations, and people. He’s renowned for helping people find the career best suited to their purpose and passions. Call upon Chamuel as your career counselor often!”
(Yes, we ARE ignoring the illustration. Let’s not mention it, but DO pay attention to the words.)
Who could argue with that? Who would question these statements? Not me. This message is pretty freaking clear.
Archangel Oracle Cards by Doreen Virtue
was a quick run down to a bike shop* and to see my favorite independent bookseller, for just 4.894 miles, in 28 minutes and 03 seconds, in 10.4 MPH.
*Over the summer we seem to have lost one set of my reflective cuffs. I can’t comfortably wear rainpants without them. This was made glaringly evident on Thursday. In the torrential downpours.
includes an anomaly that I can’t actually explain, we saw 2 from Iowa and 2 from Florida, not repeats, different vehicles merely hours apart. Then one from Maine. And today, another Florida.