Drip, Drip, Drip

Yesterday I had a shamanic astrology appt. on zoom and near the end I started hearing, drip,drip, drip. I told my self, don’t turn around, it will still be there when this is complete. And it was. I live in a house that was built in 1921 and the roof was leaking.

The feeling of the roof leaking blossomed into, the feeling of losing control in a very out of proportion energetic way. What was that like? I had to feel it and feel it.

I was still in this space when my weekly women’s circle conference call began, with big energy for me. I had a few tears, releasing, during the opening meditation. I felt safe in the strong container of the call to experience further into what it means to relax into a safened space to feel an emotion that is at a core and not always appropriate.

I realized that I have many spaces in my knowledge base that are safe and it would benefit me to use these spaces for my highest good.

I can see my future self and she is no longer afraid. Now I need to find out what that feels like and what beauty there is in fear’s former place.

This is written from intuitive space, now to do the work of bringing it home.