(The wave, the wave, the second wave is coming.) This may be a pointy thing to take in, but I’ve had eleventy-seven sea changes & headed well over too many waves to number. Occasionally I dove through; at times I dog-paddled up & over; sometimes I jumped straight up & held my nose in case I came down in the crest.
On my walk today, I perused thoughts of where I want to be for the next decade. Answers seemed more available than they were before. Either or both: the veils thin this much or I learned from my “befores” how to choose. A future is an after-burner on the present. When I hit the ignition switch, I’ve always before preferred to know where I will land. It seems less specific in geo-location & only specific in a dream location. My dreams push gently on the bubble I live in.
“Hey kiddo, time to get started to go.” A little tapping on dream doors can haunt the day.
Always I have given my dreams away. Some accepted them. Some found true love instead.
All the Oriental wisdoms say, “your thoughts are your future.” As I walked, I outpictured “future.” I momentarily missed again the wishes that got away, the capes I’ve left on the road in defeat while walking towards the next superpower. None of them have anything on that which is coming.
I fill in the vacuums I create with my personal helpers. I read an angel book once where the advice was to form Angel Committees to help you get tasks done. It’s time to hearken to Chairwoman of the Board stuff… Even as I write this, I can hear them laughing in the occiput of my head. “There she goes again, making plans! Wait’ll she figures out it’s unfolding in divine order (yet again). But hey, you have to admire her ‘take-charge’ attitude. If you can.”
I think the water is the closest I can get to the visible Air element of my sign.
Excuse me, time to plunge in.
Yes… Oversaid but true.. make plans God laughs. I keep reminding self that it is all as it needs to be. All my plans have turned to dust in clenched hands anyway. The next step will be don’t judge the walk.. don’t put the expectations of another time in the now .. nothing is the same ..