So. Monday. Yeah.
Portia wasn't sure where the optimism of Saturday had gone. Perhaps it had dissolved slowly into Sunday's bowl of oatmeal along with the strawberries, bananas and walnuts.
She had made a dinner last night of what was in the fridge and cupboard. Something that wasn't as good as it had sounded in her head. But she'd never made brown rice pasta before. At least the bowl of frozen fruit covered in rice milk was up to it's usual yumminess.
She cleaned up her messiness of the previous week. She tried to watch the game but fell asleep. She slept a lot and didn't seem to want to get up in the mornings during the week. But on the weekends, when she could sleep late, she had an annoying habit of waking wide-eyed. It was pissing her off. Not very evolved of her. Not the least little bit.
She had been to see her teacher on Saturday. She was now as attuned as she coud get in this way. She had felt her teacher passing the attunement into her. The energy felt heavy and almost made her nauseous. She wondered about that. Normally she felt happy and fuzzy after. But this was a big deal so maybe that was it.
Her teacher mostly used Portia's mind for her own healing, rather than for passing teaching on. Portia realized this. She was puzzled. She felt good for a couple of days, but Monday was finding her dull and foggy. Maybe she needed caffeine.
She knew her life was a mess. She was s proud of Wallace. He didn't realize how well he was doing. He was living his life and trying to deal with things. Meanwhile, Portia mostly just went from day to day in an envelope of fear- not moving forward.
She had to let go of the past. She often blamed The Man in Her Life for not doing that, but the truth is that he was but a mirror of her own behavior. And the bigger truth was that if she did let go of the past for real, he would either do the same or she would move on because that is the way lessons work, she had heard.
She wasn't thrilled about reality.
She needed to make up a new one. Rumor was you could do that. She'd done it before. Years ago. More than once.
If only she could find the instructions...
Monday, February 4, 2008
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3 comments:
I suppose first and foremost: When can I schedule a time to have hands laid to my prostate?
On a similar note, I've spent $74.75 so far on my own path to Mastery and enlightenment. For some reason I assumed it would've been much higher. Only insofar as it correlates to time spent I suppose. It's interesting, once leveling goes out the door, new elements come into play that allow you to work and strive for a higher level. I suppose my character development is along the same path as Suri Cruise.
If you're refering to your base chakra, which you are whether you know it or not, and most likely you do... I can try a distance healing. With your permission, of course.
But to officially practice such a healing modality in Florida, if one isn't a doctor, one either must be a minister or a massage therapist. So, you never know, I might become The Right Reverend Portia.
No offense intended to any credentialed religious authority figures of any organized religion. I am strictly disorganized.
What was the $74.75 for?
I was actually referring to direct contact with my groinal region, but I'll take what I can get these days.
The $74.75 is how much my monthly Blizzard (WoW) dues have accumulated to, thus far.
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