Channeling correctly
I woke up this morning to a bevy of men surrounding my house – bricks to be laid, fences to be built, house to be painted – and I just wanted to crawl back in bed. Why on my busiest work days does the LaLa go into warp speed? So I snapped at all of them and said I don’t care what they want I am up here working and to leave me alone.
All of this was supposed to be done two weeks ago in anticipation of Jazz Fest and Steve’s visit – but schedules and to do lists just don’t seem to work in this brave new world.
The only thing that does work is channeling – I found my old wish box that had wishes I had channeled out to the universe about a year ago – resources to complete the LaLa, heal my broken heart – and realized they had all come true. I put a set of new wishes in there a few weeks ago and suddenly the responses are coming in kind from so many different directions that I’m starting to think I need to be even more deductive in my wishes.
I tell you what is important here in the south – air conditioning – if S can produce me a baby, he can damn well come over here and fix my a/c. I’m going to channel cool air and see what happens.