I had too many things to say to make individual discussions, so I figured I should sum it all up in a blog post. I live in America, and for the holiday, I went to a family reunion. For one day, almost the entire family on my mom's side was in one house, seven children 7 or younger, six of them boys, 20 people in total (we have a small family). Everything was wonderful, and I was able to hold the baby girl a few times, she brought out my maternal instincts. It made me a little sad that I will never have children of my own, but I'm sure there will be no shortage of babies to hold throughout my life, or children to watch grow. They are precious. The next day, I collected water from the river in front of the house that had seen so much love and happiness, and indeed so had the river, most everyone got the chance to dip their toes in or at least go down to the docks. I'm sure it will have some use later, although for what, I have no idea yet.
Actually the day after was today, so shortly after that, I went to an antique mall near my great aunt's place before heading home and found a lovely vase in the style that my great grandmother had that I now collect to feel closer to her. She was alive for much of my childhood, so I still remember her quite clearly, and once gave her a piece of this glass, also a vase, so when she died, her small collection came to me. I don't go overboard with it, just get small useful pieces when I find them at a good price, and hope to decorate my new place with them when I move.
Speaking of moving, I need to do so by August, so I set about searching around for places again once I got home, found a lot of options that I will go through tomorrow and call around asking about. I was really satisfied with what I found, and I have a good feeling that somewhere in this lot is The One.
The final thing I wanted to talk about was tonight. I recently found out that my dna is two thirds from the British Isles, and for some reason was thinking about that while I was outside listening to music, and decided that meant I should listen to my Celtic music. In no time at all, I was dancing the night away. I was far from graceful, falling all over myself, but I had the biggest grin on my face and the giggles. I reached up and lightly held on to a piece of Spanish Moss and danced with the beautiful oak tree that's been right outside my front door since I was born. I danced between the sago palms, I danced even as the sprinklers came on. I spun and spun while I danced, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a woman on my front porch. She had brown hair and she wore it up, with a cream colored, floor length dress, and fair skin. She bowed her head to me, and at the next revolution she was gone. I looked for her again, but I didn't see her.
When I was nearing the end of my dancing, after half an hour in the southern heat and humidity, I curtsyed to the oak tree and the sago palms, and was about to go inside, when I stopped, curtsyed to where I saw the woman. I don't know who she was, if she was Mrs. Fayne who lived and died there before my family owned the house, the original woman of the house, or someone else. I would have to ask her granddaughters what she looked like, if I see them. I'm taking her presence, as if wishing me well leaving the house, and my joy, as evidence that I have truly found where I will next live today. I feel calm and at peace about my future, and I feel full of joy. I have been unusually productive since my full moon ritual, where I vowed to stand by my path and asked for help and guidance, and I truly feel that support and guidance all around me and in my mind. I usually carry sodalite everywhere I go because I am constantly in a fog, but I find I don't need it right now, although I still choose to keep some by my bed. Currently, I am only wearing a silver and amethyst pendant. The silver is the moon and the stars, and the amethyst is carved with the face of the sun. It seems to be all I need right now.
Thank you for reading.