On January 6, I wrote a post titled "Intentions." I'd been feeling blue, stuck, and "un-tethered." I wanted to harness the power we cannot see with the guidance of St. Therese of Lisieux and la Tete, the head in the heart of Les Halles in Paris. The writing was "righting," as I often like to say.
I felt better and continued on.
I promised a report so here it is:
Monday, a friend offered to loan me her daughter's car to use while I'm in the states;
somewhere in the middle of the week I heard from a friend and colleague and we will be working together on projects again after an almost 14 year hiatus; and,
I received some more definitive information on a loan to help me with Columbus Street on Friday of that same week.
It wasn't till I sat down over the weekend to reflect that I remembered my post and had a major aha. I said thank you.
I love it when all the pieces of the universe come together all at once, especially when you've been feeling like it's NEVER going to happen.
I felt that way again last night when the gorgeous full moon blasted inside through one of the porte-fenetres on the Lot River side. In fact, it blasted through all of them. Three beautiful (and more) full moon tableaux.
It was Moon River Moon time again. This round, the reflections were particularly sparkly, flowing, and cut a much wider swath than usual.
Last night, I slept like a baby with my snuggling Lola in my arms, blanketed by the light of our first full moon of 2022!
Another huge merci to my very special spirit guides.
Happy Tuesday!
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