Perspective

The last couple of days have been far less fun than I remember in a long time. Our wood had dwindled to scraps trying to stretch it till my husband returns home, another week, and the drafty house that has consumed more trees in a small square footage than I have ever experienced, kept dropping in temperatures along with the outdoors. Our dryer takes a whole day to dry one load and my youngest keeps having accidents at night. After bundling up in all of my clothes and the last two clean blankets, I was still cold and turned on the electric heat to try and bring up the temps in this house. I didn't sleep all night and by this am the house was below 50, the outdoors -18, the dogs were cuddled up in the dirty laundry on the floor and all three children took hot showers to warm up enough to get to school. I turned off the heat as it was doing nothing and sat for a few minutes, almost in tears, when I made the choice to change my perspective.

I asked for guidance to help me find other options. I bagged up all of the laundry, filled the wood stove with all the wood that was left and took the boys to school. Driving in the warm truck was oh so cozy. I went to the laundromat with a book but instead ended up meditating along with the washing and drying. Something magical happened. I felt gratitude that was lost in the struggle. I gazed outside at the glistening "sparkle" that the sun rays make when combined with the cold temperature and saw the beauty of it.

I found some wood bundles at the grocer and remembered that a couple I met this last fall have ECO blocks in their shop so I stopped by. It was nice to chat with these wonderful people and I picked up a pack of these hot and long burning blocks. Then back at home, the fire was still burning, slow but alive. Packed it full and got it hot for the first time in a week, made myself some food and I am feeling the warming of the house as I write. I should hear from our local wood guy this afternoon about whether he found us some wood or not.

It is so easy for me to get buried underneath the thoughts that come when things get tough and then to see how I am making them tough by getting buried. I read the post about today as an auspicious day and smiled in remembrance of "thoughts become things", I am grateful.....

Michelle

An Auspicious Day

A very cold morning at White Sage Landing; it was under 6 degrees last night. There is a crisp, clean, chilly energy to the air that is invigorating! We are burning fire wood in the woodstove all day and all night to keep the house warm, and hearing the coyote voices tremble and howl across the meadow, completely oblivious to the cold.

Today, on this clear cold morning, I looked at the Dreamspell calendar (evolved from the ancient Mayan calendar), and saw that today was a triple yellow--or triple "south direction" day. It is a Mayan magnetic Sun, the first day of the female 13 day cycle, and the final day of the male 20 day cycle. In addition, it is a Pacal Votan day--a day which offers an energetic potential to access and embody intentions that have been set for us (or by us) many lifetimes ago. It offers an opportunity to change our lives to align more closely with our own divine blueprint. And it is a new moon--the time of new beginnings and planting seeds.

I am thankful beyond words to be here, on Mother Earth, in this time of transition and purification between worlds. I am so thankful to witness the daily miracles of life, and to awaken into a greater dream and vision.

In love and gratitude, Kachina