It's the first morning in the 20s temperature wise this year , early November. As I sit in front of a freshly made fire my mind stumbles into Ashlen. The tragedy of Ashlen. That's all it takes, I'm crying , snot dripping all over, hyperventilating quietly.
There are so many kinds of crying. This was a sharp acute one but kinda quiet too, just a drastic stab of the loss.
Then I realize my hyperventilating is similar to this kundalini breathing exercise...off we go with the esoteric unseen if you're an eye roller just go away for a bit.
So I go into we had this soul agreement and some part of that is for me to feel these emotions, lots of emotions , just to feel.
Ok done it, can it stop now?!?
Nope like a tour in McKamey Manor Russ is there, urging me on, can't you take a little more you're broken but there's still some things we need to shake loose...
I say noooo...the universe kicked my ass ate my lunch then me, stole my milk money and you really don't want to do this. Sorry couldn't help it, no more loosh bait.
It's all good. We're all doing what we're here for. 🕉️☮️💖✨💫💞💕🌌🌞🏞️
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