If I knew these were the last words I would ever hear from you I probably would have responded earlier. I would have probably done many things different had I known. Had I known my birthday week would have had so many ebbs and flows I wouldn’t have called it ‘Party Week’ just should have gone with a week. A week in life.
See, on Monday I turned 30. As usual I get a bunch of phone calls and messages from many different people all over the world- people I’ve never met, people I have been to school with, people I have grown up with, people who I chat or Skype with online, colleagues, family, friends and even people I never hear from any other day of the year and it’s so lovely to get so many birthday wishes and know that for this special day I have just made another milestone. I had a lovely dinner with my family and declared that I was taking the week off from working on my business or teaching duties and just going to read and watch movies- chill out- so of course I called it my ‘party week’.
Tuesday rolled around. Plenty of left over birthday cake and plenty of lovely coffee chats with some healers and folk who were very interesting and pleasant.
Wednesday went with a friend and some lovely ladies for a walk around the river- which was some much needed exercise and company too. I was also lucky enough in a particular Facebook group to be the Weekly Wonder Women who gives a reading for the group. I love being in nature when I channel so decided to do the quick reading at the river. The energy strongly suggested this week for the group was about endings and beginnings- a lot of positive energy in the new beginnings and also a heaviness energy in regards to the endings. I come home and with great difficulty posted the reading as I have had no computer keyboard for the last week as I accidentally spilled a drink whoops- and then after this I received news that my colleague had passed away on Tuesday. I went into a state of shock. There were no words coming from my mouth. He was too young, too nice, too kind, too generous and it didn’t make any sense. After breaking the news to another colleague, she too informed me of more shocking news- Wednesday was not fun.
I have spent a considerable portion of my adulthood with these two people we’ve had countless lunches, chats and helped each other through our research degrees. I cannot speak to this person anymore I cannot say thanks for the birthday wishes or how are things going? I cannot hear anymore jokes or stories or even just say hi. And I wish I could.
My spiritual self has been fun this week. Full of healing and forgiveness on other accounts and a whole lot of new awakening going on- some more colour healing and I can see more of the aura with my eyes- seems impressive. And yes I’m a medium so maybe I can communicate- but grief well this happens too and so it should. This is a part of being a human.
Thursday I chatted to a friend on the telephone who I had never spoken with before which was certainly a highlight and Friday has been relaxing and some more birthday celebrating as my mother threw me a dinner party tonight which was a lovely surprise.
In all of the ebbs and flows of my birthday week I guess there are a few lessons:
- Don’t take life for granted.
- Say what you want to say when you want to say it.
- Be grateful always for what you had and what you have.