Hi Old Crone! It's nice to be back. Could you please give me some advice or reasurance. My husband and I are going away for a little holiday overseas. I am worried about leaving our kids. They are staying with their grandparents who love them dearly. Will everything be ok and will we all stay safe and happy? If for any reason, we will not take the trip. Thanks soooooo much!!! K.
inside yourself and within a trust to embrace all that is and ever will be. Hi Mumof2 I apologise for taking so long to get back to you. When my girls were growing us each time I left the house to go to work or to take trips I could not get out of My heart bled and cried. I was a single parent and was ever conscious of my girls. They were my existance and life. One day I came home and no one was there. Frantic I flew to find my girls. They came home about two hours later after a day at the mall and ice cream store. My daughter looked at me with the clearest blue eyes and said....."Mom we came through to face all the things within this path. Be your own self and let us find our way with the changes and experiences we will have to face. You can not always protect us...BUT you can always love us." I heard her. We have no promises or guarentees that life will be alway what we want. But we do have the power to trust that what ever comes we are able to handle. Just finished answering Sandraathony here in psychic forum about her trip. I will include that answer here as the truth is still plain. We are the fears or trust we give into. What a lesson to teach those who chose us as parents. (((((((((((((Hi Sandra Good bad great, and just plain troublesome are ways we describe the journey. Sometimes the greater question should be asked. Will my perception of the journey be open and embracing where ever this takes me. We are gods looking for experiences and this is what life is about. If we did not want experiences we should stay put and day dream only of wishful things. Ok that’s a bit off what you ask but had to get this out of my system. Let me share a story with you. Back a million years ago it seems I sat on a bail of hay near the old smoke house where we smoked meat for the winter. I was about 9 and sat there chewing on a piece of grass. My brother comes screaming into the yard. Dad needs help! Dad need help. We all bolted toward the pasture. Dad was cornered by the bull and the cows were getting out of the broken fence he had come to prepare. My brother got the gun and started to explode shots above the bulls back. This caused a frenzy. Dad got his upper left leg gored by the bulls horn. Blood ran down his leg. The neighbor came on his tractor and we ended up watching as the bull was drugged and moved to the far outer pasture. Dad went to stand up and his pants got caught on the broken fence and ripped clean away. He had no underwear on. His shirt was torn and not hardly long enough to cover the family jewels. From there the cows were rounded up and the pigs got loose as the cows in a hurry to return to the pasture trampled the pen. The smoke house left unattended and burned the meat to a crisp. Mom sprained her ankle and the neighbor broke his tractor pulling the bull away. The day ended with dad sitting down with a bottle of whiskey and the vet trying to put stitches in dads leg because it was still bleeding and he refused to go to the Dr. I sat near the wood stove and heard my brother complaining about the "Bad" day. Dad looked at my brother and calmly said, "Maybe tomorrow you should stay in bed all day. My brother thinking he had a good deal agreed. In the middle of the night my father chained my brithers leg to the iron frame on the bed as he slept. Then nailed the bedroom door shut. I watched. About noon my brothers cries and screams wetre heard. Dad paid no attention. No one dared touch the door nailed shut. About dark and with a dead quiet dad un nailed the door and un locked the chain. My brother looked at him with questions without words. Dad stood just inside the bedroom door with the hammer, nails and chain and said. "Safe and good days are sometimes as much torment as the struggles we face while living with the lessons and experiences we have." Then dad walked away. My 16 year old brother cried like a baby. Life is the journey and home is within the heart everything else is relative and all we need to be more than we are in this moment. Its how we perceive things that adds the charge and emotional aspect to a path. We are our choices. Not the end to a journey but the journey that embraces our home inside the center of our being. So often we nail and chain ourselves in to be safe and have a good day not realizing we are choosing just a path for experiences that will sometimes shake and surprise the very soul of our being. Will your time away work out for you? Only if you let the experiences teach you about yourself, and you have no bulls or cows to deal with. The choice is yours and YOU are your HOME. You are your COUNTRY. You are only as far away as you choose to be within your own center and awareness. The comfort of what we know does not always bring peace.))))) So go or stay, just know this is not about the babies or children we care for and love but about your own willingness to live life to its fullest knowing you might just be sharing a greater blessing with those you love by letting go and embraceing. This is about you and your own willingness to face vulnerability within yourself. This is about your willingness to trust. Then what ever happens teaches us we are whole only when we stand inside our centers and see with a heart that loves beyond what we try to control.
