RESPITE

Sometimes things come up from past situations that just rattle us.  It tends to throw what we have going on more than a little off balance.  Such has been the case this week.  I was unsure what to do at first, trying to get myself back in line with some meditations, lighting of candles, incense…I still was unsettled, so I did what I always do when having issues, I take a trip.  I began by going to the glade where Brin waited with George.  He’s never been there before so I was a little surprised.  “I’m going with you”, he tells me.  I nod in acquiescence because to argue with him is pointless.  The next thing I knew we were standing in front of Maman’s cabin.  I was little dizzy from the speed and said so.  “You’ll get faster the more you do this” I was told.  I go inside, George goes to his usual spot as Brin stays on the front porch.  “Unsettled are we Cher”, asks Maman.  From out of the blue I tell her…why now when I seemingly have things moving as they should.  Maman takes my hand…”this is important Cher”, she tells me softly.  I look knowing that I will again see the sigil placed there.  “you only are realizing a small part of that gift of power that is yours.  Others, they have seen it for some time and even they do not know the true extent of it..but they are willing to use it, to use you.”.  Ok, I know that I have been a sucker in the past allowing others to use what I know, feeding off me and knowledge acquired, but thought that I had gotten past that.  “you were harmed before”, Maman again breaks into my thoughts. “you have been shown how to protect yourself, and done so..but that is on the physical”….I laugh thinking of the webs being classified as physical, but clearly there is more to this.  “Come child, sit”.  I sit in my favorite chair by the fire, while Maman strokes my hair and continues to speak to me softly, as if I were a frightened child..and maybe in many ways I still am.  I start to close my eyes, but catch a glimpse of color.  Blue iridescence curled up with the huge hell hound.  I glance at Maman, who tells me that she too had need of knowledge to deal with the past and is resting now.  I nod, and lay my head back.  “You are stronger than you know Ma Petite.  Things that were used to harm you before no longer have that power.  They are only to serve as a reminder of how far you have come”.  But this person came at me to harm me and a friend I tell her…”And yet that friend is no longer in your world are they?” she tells me.  No..they didn’t move on with me I tell her.  “There are plenty of people who will come and go in your life Cher.  Some are to teach you a lesson, others to gain one from you.  They don’t all stay connected to you”.  She is right about that of course…I definitely learned a lesson about trust, especially in my path, as well as how to protect myself.  I tell her about my new picture, the one where there is no swamp..Maman laughs.  “You do as is your normal thing..hide…the swamp is there in the open space, you embrace it all from the wheat field and yet..only you can see .  It’s the way you protect what is important to you”.  The shadows are warm I tell her.  “Oui,” she says.  “It is one of the reasons you are ghede…shadows do not frighten you or what they hold because you have always walked both paths”  “the veil is getting thinner and souls are getting restless in anticipation….and if you weren’t ill from all the stress you would have already been excited yourself”, Maman tells me.  This is true because I would have already pulled out the decorations to share with my favorite little person.  “drink this”..I am handed a cup of coffee.  I am beginning to like the taste of this, with the chocolately cinnamon taste with the rum kicker added.  I finish the cup and lean back in the chair and can seem to hardly keep my eyes open.  “You will sleep child, and rest…Brin will carry you home and your protection reinforced by the others.  Time to heal and let go of things with no power to carry on and watch yours grow”.  I nod sleepily.  When I awoke this morning, it was late…and I was rested..the first time this week that I can remember sleeping so deeply.  I look at my hand..yeah sigil still there.  I can feel the caress on my cheek where Maman kissed me good-by, and feel the warmth where Brin held me close as I slept.  I am no longer disturbed by those from the past, asking, demanding things of me that I will no longer give.  I’m also learning to appreciate this new-found gift that allows me to walk this path with confidence.  What a beautiful respite from the daily grind.

PEACE OUT