Today the Winds called me to walk. I can hear Change in the Winds, but I do not know the whole of what those changes are. People will be transitioning from this life into the next. The expanding Covid numbers are sufficient to tell me that. Perhaps I will be called on to assist the transitions. I have been called on before at the start of this whole virus pandemic, living in proximity to the area that was hardest hit back in March and April of 2020.
But my own life heralds changes too. I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep that long sleep. I’ve been pushing to complete some long term projects and ruminating on areas of life where I needed to forgive myself and others, let go, and move forward. I’ve had some starts and stops in the past year or two. I was gearing up again to promote the psychic work when everything came to a dead halt from the pandemic. It offered me time for self analysis. And I realized that I wanted no thing as I had planned it before. Those plans felt, and still feel, dead, dry and stale.
I am learning to live with uncertainty. Live itself has brought me face to face with living each day at a time and letting the needs of the day take care of the day. So I am quiet within, and listen to the Winds blow, heralding Change, of what I do not know. I am content to not know. I am content to not reach for the Runes for divining the future. I am content to let the messages from Heaven roll up from the soil where they were planted before my birth, in that long slow way that they have. I am receptive, open, and willing to listen, and equally willing to wait for the answers.