It’s 6 a.m. and I just made my to do list.
I am already fully depleted. Emotionally bankrupt. Spiritually overdrawn. Tired in every chakra.
If Teams pings one more GODDAMNED time, I fear I may actually ascend to a higher plane of exhaustion.
I need a snack, a nap and possibly a wellness check.
And more coffee.
And no goddamn more Teams.
I was toying with that idea overnight for a children’s book.
I’m sure it would sell well.
Last week, I asked Kelly how she’s doing now that Buddy the Cat died. Was she as sad as I still am over Cocoa? Does he visit her?
K said oh she’s OK. Buddy was too much of a pain in the ass to wait at the Rainbow Bridge. He’s probably already back on earth, annoying someone else now.
That’s where the idea for a book came from. But all it did was lead to more questions.
I feel like I get nightly visits from Mom, now that she seems to have learned how.
Some are detailed. Some seem fast.
The other night, she checked in to make sure I’m good.
As for her, she was still stunned that she’s been off the mortal coil for a year and a half.
But she’s not the same Momma who relied on me to take her places.
Now she’s thinking about What all can she do where she is.
But she still wants to hang out with me. Does that mean waiting behind the veil for my time … or incarnating back onto Earth to hang out with me some more?
And maybe it’s all Buddy-inspired rather than a visitation. But let me have my Momma however I can, thanks.
That got me to thinking over coffee — how DO we all become a family again, if everyone reincarnates? Does my great-grandmother have my Gram? Gram marries Grampy and has a baby late in life? Mom becomes a teen mom again? People don’t have kids anymore. Do we all just hang out behind the veil and plot to find someone using IVF and we all manifest as triplets or quints or whatever?
Anyway. Food for thought for never.
I had dinner with Janna in last night’s dream. And Ian Wyatt. Not two people I would put in a room together, but I did drink a lot of spiced wine before bed.
Anyway it’s good to get to see people young and vibrant. Weird to be the only one in the dream who aged, though.