Greeting litebeings and welcome to all the new followers! Thank you for taking the time to visit this site and check out my musings, stories, and whatever Spirit brings forth from this vessel. I have a moon in Pisces blessing to share with you tonight.
Most readers know that my outer life has been consumed by work, adjusting to an odd schedule and accommodating an endless array of shifting demands and circumstances. I can truly say I love working with my clients, so I guess it is worth the effort to shapeshift as best I can.
Yet I yearn for the mystery that resides in my inner life, where Source resides and the divine spark is lit. Tonight I can report that a spark was present last night ( Friday). After a very busy and exhausting week, I was delighted to park my car and walk towards my door. Before I could do so, I was greeted by two neighbors with their collective dogs. I was feeling quite disengaged and made quick small talk without missing a beat. When a neighbor made a comment that saddened me, I retorted ” I work as a therapist and when I come home, I want to leave the negativity behind. ” ( or something to that effect. ) I do not know these neighbors well, and since I do not have dogs, I am not part of that crowd. So as I was walking to my apartment, the female neighbor ( we’ll call her Andrea) shouted out ” So do you practice CBT? ” and I am thinking ” What? ” I just want to watch some TV and chill. But I answer her and was surprised she knew about CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy). Andrea responded she once was a therapist but could not deal with the transference. She has lived upstairs for at least two years and I know nothing about her or her husband. Andrea seemed compelled to share more and more about her life. While it was interesting, I wanted to be alone with my thoughts.
Then she asked ” Are you published? ” I found that an odd question. I asked her if she was published because often people will ask others about topics that interest them personally. Apparently Andrea is getting her Ph.D. in Education and her dissertation is almost complete. I told her I blog but have not published anything professionally. She matter of factly declares ” I had thought you were a writer. ” This was strange since we never had a conversation before and barely say hello in passing. I wondered why she had arrived at this conclusion and she said that she’s an empath and reads people well. ” You have a writer’s energy.” I was surprised she was spot on and quipped that since writing has always been my passion that perhaps I should step up my game. I took a good look at Andrea and the two small dogs she was cradling like babies. The dogs looked so gentle and sweet. How could I have not seen them before as they are? How could Andrea see me as I am so easily? I suggested we talk again and she replied that they are relocating in about one month.
It occurred to me that I quickly dismiss people if they don’t quickly meet some arbitrary set of criteria that I subconsciously create. I make assumptions and filter out most people as mundane or mainstream or simply not interesting. I rely on my perception to show me who and what to focus on. I avoid most dog people because I am a cat person and don’t really get dogs. Maybe my filtration system needs an upgrade. I wonder how many other people and situations I have overlooked in my desire to become less overstimulated by the outer world. It is not a self-judgment as I understand that I do not have time to completely slow down and take in all of my environment. Yet, there is a lesson here for me to learn.
I really like the idea of having a writer energy, whatever that means. This was clearly a mystical moment; she could not have conjured up her impression randomly. She does not look like an empath, but even as I write this, I realize an empath does not have a look.
Speaking of perception and looking at things Wayne Dyer style, I have some lovely pieces to share with you from last week’s visit to the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Enjoy!
Don’t you just love moon in Pisces evenings?
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