Dear Reader,
The cold air of the ever present fan rushes over my skin and the taste of coffee is still with me. Husband always brings the pastries on a Sunday morning and we have our breakfast together and chat about anything and everything after, of course, a well earned lay in. Sundays are a reset and prepare kind of day. We do our meal prep for the week, I sort out anything connected to work so that I’m doing as little catch up as possible when the week starts and I make sure husband and I go on a small date type outing. Hot chocolate on the beach, a stroll through the park, ice cream, we don’t need much other than each other. Sunday is also my weekly check in with myself, my goals and anything connected to personal growth. Today is no different.
I’m in the process of figuring out the next steps for myself. It’s so nice to be in a place where I feel like I am evolving through choice rather than in the “pain fuelled catalyst” of change. Of course all change has a certain level of pain to it but it’s more of a psychic unease rather than the hot fires of my youth. Of course I am still grieving my Oscar, and his lessons on the preciousness of time are still hitting hard. Even with that my energy right now is deep in the delicate intuitive dance between me and life itself as breadcrumb after breadcrumb falls out of the Universe and onto my path. I literally have everything I want in life in some way shape or form. The next phase for me is about the quantities of how things turn up. The levels at which I operate. The frequency I choose to live inside of so that I can fully enjoy what I’ve created. It’s all unfolding.
My dreams are a huge part of my intuitive understanding. I have deep, layered and vivid dreams. For years I kept a dream journal and it’s a practice I keep dropping the ball on. I get inspiration from them for my drawings, I’ve written entire novels and songs in my dreams. The amount of half mumbled songs on my voice recorder and half scribbled outlines of novels on the paper that I ALWAYS keep by the side of the bed is enlightening. Going through them I can find undercurrents in my life, ideas and yearnings that I wouldn’t normally pick up on. Sometimes direct messages too. Sometimes clues. Recently Oscar has also been popping in to let me know he’s doing ok. Going to bed is often the ending of one day and the beginning of another. I think part of my next evolution in all aspects is to more fully incorporate my dream and waking life. I may start with an art project? Or maybe write some of the novels that I’ve received in my dreams. The next breadcrumb is close, I can feel it, who knows maybe tonight I’ll dream it?!
And onward I go with another week.
Big Love
Ryan x