Follow your instinct, listen to your gut, let your intuition guide you.Reminder to self
I need to get back to listening to my intuition. I dropped off a bit doing other stuff, but the time has come to get myself back on track. So, I must return to my tarot cards.
It seems I am coming undone again. Is it age? Life circumstances? Pandemic bullshit? Hormones? What? 😱
Can’t blame everything on teenagers… 🙃
The reason I stared reading tarot cards, and listening to online readings, is to learn how to center myself when I feel unbalanced, unhinged, or discombobulated. The cards helped me tune in to my psyche, tap into my innermost emotions, and then rewire my thinking toward the positive. It helped guide me to focus on my path and leave the distracting mental clutter aside.
Truth be told, this pandemic did a number on me right at a time I was at a very important fork in the road. Everything came to a screeching halt.
I’m still there at the fork in the road, undecided which direction to take.
Actually, that’s not quite right. I seem to have one foot on a path, the direction has been chosen, but the other foot is still planted firmly at the junction.
The tarot cards will help me find my way. So back I go to choosing my cards. Perhaps I’ll find a moment to YouTube it for you. 🙂
Yesterday I spent most of the afternoon gardening. Specifically I dealt with an unsightly edge of tall grass that can’t be reached by the weedwhacker due to how the chicken wire fence was attached around the veggie plots.
So, I grabbed my gardening gloves and some shears and got on my hands and knees to trim manually what I could reach. Next, I clipped the bottom of the fence to roll it up just enough to trim the rest of the grass.
To prevent the grass from growing in that spot again, I laid some landscape fabric along the edge of the raised bed, and placed an old panel of fence on top to weigh it down.
Hopefully this will keep things a little more orderly.
I won’t describe how the little Beagle puppy helped me. 😀 I also won’t complain about the hole in one of the fingers of my gloves or the bite marks on my water bottle. 😐 Nor will I mention how the neat pile of long grass I snipped became a snack for a dog who thinks he’s a goat. 🐐
The grass snipping wasn’t finished yesterday so I hope to return to that job today.
Pictures to follow.