#1191 Look up

Social media is great.

Social media tells you what is happening – which of your friend’s are pissed off and which family member has life-changing news to share.

Social media shows you countless vids of how to cook delicious food, as it does all those before-and-after bikini shots from people embarking on an exercise regime from yet another celeb trainer.

Social media lets you know what is trending: memes, jokes, news, cat videos…

Social media keeps you informed.

Also, social media tells you when you should stop looking down at your phone…

And start looking UP, at the sky.

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I was literally just on my phone as baby girl was falling asleep. It is my usual routine to message people back and get my gratitude post ready. And in amongst this, while scroll scroll scrolling, I found a site I follow, tell me, to look outside NOW… Jupiter was next to the Moon.

My photo is clearly shit, let’s face it. You need some super-charged DSR/DLR/TLGHDYT I-don’t-know-what super-charged camera to capture this moment. But the moon, as you can see, is to the left and big and bright and shiny, whereas Jupiter is but a tiny tiny dot to the right of the moon, positioned to the centre, and yes I have just seen a planet.

How cool is that. Go out and look outside people. Be amazed at the world out there.

So much bigger than all of US combined…

#1172 Letting go – part two

I’ll tell you a story… or two. I seem to be telling many of late. But this one is about my miraculous observation in the art of letting go… and how when you actually LET GO, and free yourself of expectations and what you believe should be, or should happen… well the right thing presents itself to you.

#1.

The day when we went to the animal shelter to meet our soon-to-be, yet not known at the time, cat…

We were let into the big human-sized cage to watch him. Be with him. The worker placed him into my arms and I held him for a bit before he jumped onto a nearby scratcher and climbed all the way to the top, so he could be at our height.

He looked around, pupils growing wide, curious, observant. A shiny black coat, white socks, white whiskers. We immediately loved him.

But someone else was going to see him FIRST. We were told that since someone had already called and queried about him, they had first preference. We nodded, patting this black and white cat, this cat that was oblivious to the owner wars happening around him.

We smiled and laughed. We patted him some more. We left the large cage and I started to fill in the application for the sake of crossing all t’s and dotting all i’s, but you know what I was thinking? Hubbie’s thoughts mirrored my own though we didn’t express them ’til later…

There’s nothing wrong with this cat. Surely the people will get him. He’s great. He’s gorgeous. He’s entertaining. We are too late.

Just the fact of knowing someone else wanted him, that was reason enough for these people to get this cat. It is part of the human condition, after all, to want even MORE what someone else wants.

I finished filling in the form as Hubbie and baby girl went across the room to look at other cats in cages. I felt a bit sad thinking it wasn’t likely we would see him again, and yet I still felt this happiness, this positivity… and knowing all that I did, smiling at him through the cage, I placed my finger through a hole to pat his neck and I whispered

“See you later.”

With a wide smile. I knew there were people first in line before us. I knew he was practically perfect. I knew all of this, and still I put those words out there with hope and happiness in my heart, but most importantly I –

LET GO.

And of course, the next day the shelter called me to say…

The cat was ours, if we wished. The other people?

They never even showed up.

Such a small moment, but it held so much weight. I have been replaying my state of being, my feelings, just my general mood as I whispered those words to him that Sunday. I have been thinking it over again and again, trying to bottle up the exact feeling, the exact feeling that led us to what we wanted.

And in going over it again and again, it happened… AGAIN.

#2.

My work is giving us all training allowances in our redundancies. I’m doing an online writing course at the moment… and two weeks ago I wrote in to apply for another one (as I still had funds I could use).

But last week, I got nervous. My new course started this week, I hadn’t heard back, and yet I had failed to mention to the relevant people that the course started like, NOW… so I sent a little reminder. A little “sorry, but just wanted to mention…” type email.

I came into work today and still… nothing. 

I fluctuated. First I was angry. How could she not approve me that course? There were no grounds not to? Was she busy? She had replied to another non-related email of mine within seconds of me sending, why wasn’t she doing anything about this? 

Then I went the other way. Maybe I should take this as a sign. Maybe I am pushing too much. Maybe it is not meant to be, now.

But no! I argued in my head. I had a whole plan. A whole plan as to how I was going to progress with my courses… I soon realised I was becoming too controlling, too much trying-to-make-everything-my-way and not life’s way.

I hesitated. I paused. I still sent another reminder to say I had days left to apply within this week’s period, but I pondered the repercussions of not doing the course immediately.

Maybe I should do this course at another time… I would have to wait another 2 months or so, but maybe that time was better? I was feeling exceptionally busy and overwhelmed by a lot at the moment… maybe this was my blessing in disguise. Maybe, just maybe, there was something else better waiting for me.

By the end of the day, I had convinced myself it was better this way, and that there were advantages of not doing the course now.

I felt the benefits.

I felt the relief.

I had –

LET GO.

Guess what happened 20 minutes before the end of my work shift?

Email. Approving my course.

(Face palm).

Big, little, in-between or life-changing, I am seeing a theme. A theme whereby I have let go of an expectation, an ending I believe to be correct, and allowed the Universe to take over as I focus on other things… and then those things that I have wanted, have come into my life, so easily.

Effortlessly.

Magically.

And all I had to do is LET GO, and believe it. Which sounds easier than it is. It takes serious practice and repetition that all is good as it is. Like one of my fave Pulp Fiction quotes:

“Bitch be cool!”

Well that’s what I have been doing. I have been practicing, being cool. 

Letting go.

Releasing.

Surrendering.

Not controlling.

Just, allowing.

And in such simple terms, going with the flow.

And it is a miraculous place to go.

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Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash

 

 

#1090 Hail Hippie Life

It’s the second time in 2 days I’ve entered the Happy Hippie Herb shop off the Main street.

You see, I was actually meant to go there. Not as in task-orientated, though it was that intention that led me there. I mean as in the Universe led me there.

My Hippie Hubbie had gone past the place earlier this week, but the salesperson was across the lane way talking to someone else… so he kept going.

He was in need of some stuff, so yesterday I headed off a couple suburbs down to get it for him. Lo and behold, he didn’t respond to my 15 text messages showing him pictures and asking him what to buy, even though he’d said he’d be able respond for sure… the boss is never around him on Thursdays.

So guess what? The boss was around him this Thursday.

It forced me to go ‘stuff it’ and head on down to the original place, Hippie Herb shop, as I had other things I needed to look at in the area too.

As I entered the shop looking for his stuff, my eyes went past a name of something… something I had been wanting to buy, but not knowing where, such was the rarity of the item.

I stopped in my tracks, scanning frantically for the name I was after. Was it here? Was it here?

It was HERE.

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Yesterday I spent a good 20-30 minutes in that store, talking up a storm with the salesperson who seriously, knows more stuff about me than almost every one I know. We laughed and shared funny details of each other’s lives, and I felt the vibe of this free-spirited, carefree yet also very spiritually educated person rub off on me so much…

That now I want to be a carefree Happy Hippie Herb Person too.

Today as I went in with baby girl to grab some more things, she offered baby girl a fairy stamp.

“Does Mum want one too?” I outstretched my hand with no hesitation. Hell yeah.

“Now you can fly off down the street like fairies together!”

And so we did. 🙂

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#995 Peninsula sunset no. 4

You know yesterday how I said I was feeling on top of things in preparation for my Mum’s birthday?

Today the Universe woke up, rubbed her hands together and said MWA HA HA.

I was left frazzled and frustrated in the morning when after picking up my ‘fixed’ laptop from the computer shop, I came home to find IT WAS NOT FIXED.

Back there I went, to lose a good 90 minutes of the morning in bringing it to some kind of workability.

I had to buy beans. There is only one type of bean I ever buy. But it was nearly lunchtime, so instead of having a quick cap as I had planned, I resorted to deeply inhaling the bag once it was open.

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Ahhh. Caffeine magic.

And this evening Hubbie decided to not only put his new whipper snipper together, but to also put it to use around the yard… at the ripe hour of post 6pm.

We sat down to eat dinner at almost 8. Face palm. 

You know what it is that settled me and reminded me of my insignificant and tiny place in this Universe?

The Peninsula sunset.

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Earlier, and then later. I love how the pink and orange hues in the first photo shone behind the clouds, hinting at something living, breathing, taking up residency up there in the sky…

It calmed and centred me, and that’s what I needed in this topsy-turvy day.

#939 The right quote

I have a daily calendar. It sits in the kitchen, and day by day I rip off a page and discover a new quote.

It can be inspirational. Witty. Life-changing, funny or deep. Philosophical, sage and wise are just some words you might use to describe the quotes penned by the greats over the ages, words I find myself reading in my kitchen each morning.

Some days, I read them and go “hmm, interesting.”

Other days “uh, ok.”

Then on others still – “Yeah I’m not sure on that one.”

But then like today, there are days that not only do I love the quote, but it particularly speaks to me.

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It’s always a special kind of day, when the thoughts that are going through your head are acknowledged and even sometimes, answered in some way by the Universe. By Life. You feel as if you are not going crazy, something out there is not just aware of you, but may even be listening to you…

And there’s a level of comfort, and Hope, in these little signs of Life.

And just because I thought it was stunning, here’s a pic of tonight’s sunset.

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Notice the ship. Sailing into the sunset.

(For more on quotes, trying to find happiness, and the frustrations inherent in the socially-obligatory task, check out this link from my SmikG blog)

#853 Open to the ‘signs’

Call it hilarious. Call it timely. Call it freaky. Call it coincidental.

No, don’t call it coincidental. There are no such things.

But with all of the emphasis I have been placing lately on signs… like the post I wrote last week where the psychic asked me that very telling and bone-chillingly accurate question as if he were reading my mind… then the other day I posted this on Instagram:

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And I was feeling like the world keeps asking me, checking and confirming from me, the very same thing.

And now, like right now. I am doing a late shift at work. I walk into the kitchen to get my dinner ready. I see a lady who is in another department – we don’t see each other often, but when we do, she always wants to hear about baby girl.

And her second question to me, immediately after the one asking how old she is now, is:

“Now I hope you are writing down this stage of life for her – because when it is over, that’s it.”

I smiled, my mind in disbelief. “Yes, I am quite good at recording these things,” I said with a grin.

And then we went on to talk about their grown up phrases, and I told her that baby girl had said to me on my way to work this evening

“Have a good day at work Mum!” and “Take care!” –

the exact two things I was originally going to post about for my gratitude today, my love for her humorous and so grown-up phrases.

Damn. Why do people keep asking me about writing?

I think the Universe is asking, because it wants an answer. It wants to know if I am legit or not.

It wants to know, what I have to say.

#850 Walk like a Shaman

Have you ever felt like you weren’t being heard?

Well, maybe it had to do with the people you were talking to, NOT LISTENING.

We are all predispositioned in our views on the world and our personal opinions, based on the experiences we’ve had, the teachers who have taught us, and the things that moved us into our own a-ha! moments.

We talk and talk and talk. It really only matters though, who you are listening to, and whether they are your kindred spirit. When seeking guidance, advice, help, if you are chalk, and the person you are talking to is cheese, well… it serves to reason that their advice will centre on the dairy, whereas you are looking at a blackboard kind of approach.

You get my drift.

I know that it is beneficial to widen the horizons and look outside the square – this applies to all parts of life, with the region of seeking outside help included. But when you feel like your soul is trying to tell you something, and wherever you go to for help, you can not hear any words of comfort, you can’t see any glimmers of wisdom, and you can’t feel any deeper meaning or connection that makes you think you might finally be in the right hands…

You start second guessing yourself. You start to doubt that inner voice, that quiet yearning tone, and wonder if your soul, is in fact, what you think it is.

You start to listen to the majority.

I depend a lot on my instinct and intuition…

Thank God for that.

Because today I found someone who speaks my language. She not only spoke with comfort, wisdom and meaning, but she actually spoke to my soul, and confirmed to me all my darkest and deepest fears and wishes.

They had been true. I had doubted myself, for nothing.

The feeling of relief and gratitude that I still hold in me from this meeting today, is profound. My soul is light, my head is clear. There is no stopping me now.

The waves of repercussions I am still getting from having met face to face with this amazing human, are still echoing through my body, and I hope they don’t leave… not now, not soon, not EVER.

Today, I met a Shaman.

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Photo by Allef Vinicius on Unsplash