Today the first Zinnia bloomed in my world of summer.
I took an early morning walk on a quiet country road. When I was finished, I drove slowly down the road. A van came up behind me. I pulled over to let it by. The van pulled up next to me. With both our windows down I saw 2 guys.
The fellow in the passenger seat was saying in voice and gesture "Your passenger side brake light is out".
I repeated what he said, so he knew I understood, grateful that they let me know.
How else do you find these things out without some one else to look, and let you know?
I reviewed the moment after and sensed they went out of their way to give a positive friendly caring gesture - not wanting to scare me. Perhaps, I also let go of some images of " men in vans on quiet country roads".
I have seen lots of cute images of birds resting on the edge of a bird bath, on cards, sculpture..
.in this new place I live there was an object in the garden - I finally figured out it was the pedestal bottom of a bird bath.
I can restore this!
I found a top at a gardening store placed it a part of the yard I thought would be nice for the birds. It sat and I saw no bird flutter in for a splash. I moved it to a new location, a bit more private. Still no sweet birds on the edge. But my oh my was the water dirty. And so fast. I don't know if I can refill this every day. It occurred to me in the middle of the night I created a wonderful breeding pool for mosquitoes. A quiet but audible voice said "Stupid you should have thought that one out first." Well thank you for your opinion.
Fortunately I have created alot of permission and space to make mistakes or is it create and destroy! I don't have to be a slave to former decisions. Destroy - Create.
There are places that are hard to become conscious of on my own - blind spots- where it helps to have a partner who can look with me. I receive guidance this way and also offer it to souls seeking to reclaim more of their inner light
We are experiencing alot of rain storms here, they are quite lovely. The basement is a Michigan cellar, meaning a low ceiling with iffy walls. These are crumbling and let in the moisture - the dehumidifier is full, probably before I have even finished shutting the trap door in the pantry that is the entrance. Well, it has been doing this for a long time before I got here - 160 years, most of those folks probably did not have a dehumifier.
I can either get into resistance to all of this or be neutral, and have some amusement, not let it rule.
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This blog is one way I share my self expression. My system of well-being is based on what is showing up, right now. I am an appreciator, having infinite conversations