May 20, 2005
Wistful
In my tender state, I was a bit washed away in despair after my Ladies Group. Despair was the general theme, despair about not being seen, important, cared for, despair about living with grief and anticipating more, and, in my case, (being more than a little concrete), despair about relieving the pain in my feet, that awakens me at night, that makes it hard for me to walk. I believe that physical pain is a somatization of emotion, but I have a little trouble figuring out what I am manifesting in this way that was/is so emotionally terrible. Granted, my mother was a piece of work, but really.
Fortunately, I had an appointment with my nutritionist in the afternoon. She has told me a few stories about my past lives, which I will spare you. Suffice it to say that I was murdered a couple of times, and that the murders weren't entirely unjustified in my book, innocent soul that I like to think I am.
My guides instructed her to teach me to surround myself with an egg. A rainbow striped egg (in pastels not primary colors), rather than a white egg, so as not to offend others with my purity (no problem). I am to reinstall the egg before every meal. (You know they're your guides, when they know how to link spiritual practices to what you're most likely to remember to do.)
They also said that I should avoid using my body for healing others for awhile (I did some hands on in my ladies group), and that my words and pictures are my healing instruments. My nutritionist thought they meant my photos, which, she said, have a healing vibration. She suggested that I keep some of them in my office. I guess it's time to get a new printer, since my old one is clogged to the point that it only produces magenta prints, which are interesting, but probably vibrationally unsound. .
Photo note: Doesn't this draw your eye into something pillowy and soft? The meaning of wisteria is youth and poetry, according to the charts. I always think of it as wistful. The wisteria on my trellis are blooming like gangbusters ( more accurately, like sweet fairies) this year. My horticulturist friend says that it's very hard to get them to bloom. I shall take their flowering as a sign.
Posted by Dakota at May 20, 2005 07:21 PM
