“Sevens have a cerebral curse” Gideon Yee writes in Forty Days On Being A Seven, and then goes on to write that “present-day details are easily forgotten.”
He writes a story of forgetting the one thing he had to remember on a trip (it was fixed, no worries), and then goes on to mention “I wonder what I’ve forgotten about all of God’s goodness.”
Start a goodness journal. Write down one memory of [Divinity’s] goodness each day.
I probably won’t though… because I’d want a… ohh I do have a brand new notebook, Jarrod got me one when we were in the US, a handmade flower-embedded covered one from Barnes & Noble.
Well then. No excuse. I’ll start one when I get it later (excuse: Jarrod’s asleep and I don’t want to wake him up by waltzing in).
I know I notice when Goddess(es) have been around, and influencing the things in my life. I notice it most when trains and buses align right as I get to places, and lifts open the doors. It sounds little and silly somehow, but it’s like I’m being taken care of and brought to places.
Noticing and acknowledging is good. I guess remembering is the next step.
One stand-out memory I’ll carry with me is how I had to reach out when Jarrod and I were flying to the US. I panicked when we flew to Kuala Lumpur for MySwing, a West Coast Swing festival/competition in Malaysia. Every time the altitude changed quickly, my heart would race, my hands would sweat, and I barely breathed. Logically I knew it was safe, but my body told a different story.
This time, flying to the US, I had to actively seek out my Goddesses. And they really came through. Not just one, I had three. Artemis, Athena, Hera (yeah, I was surprised she came, but still grateful).
See what happens when you let go? You get to where you need to go.
See what happens when you let go? You get to go home.
I had to let go and let them point the direction. Let go and let them figure it out. Let go and ride the wind.
There’s a scene in Wonder Woman (1984?) when Diana learns to fly by riding the wind. Strangely that sense of being out in the open, feeling the air and finding the currents, felt more comforting than being in a plane.
Jarrod told me I was doing really well in the plane. I was communing really hard with my Divinity.
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It’s funny how it takes something big or uncontrolled to see divinity, and when it comes to little everyday things, it feels a little silly.
Can I say thank you to the Divine for the water in my glass? For the way I randomly pinned up my hair and found it to be really nice? For the music that streams on my devices, or the books that I’ve recently gotten?
I can be glad they put me on Jarrod’s path.
I guess I can also be glad that I feel safe enough to start processing things that actually caused me more grief than I knew or was able to process before.
(Oh, look at the time, I gotta go. Half-laughs and hidden tears, half-serious, because I must/want to also get some work done today.)
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Image of clouds blown by the wind by Enrique from Pixabay.
