Flying SoLow on My Broomstick.

Tis the season of the Witch.
And let me say this from personal experience
the dead are definitely walking among us...
and talking among us and having quite a laugh I must say.

... find it quite hard to write about all of it lately.Things are happening at such a rapid pace.
Awareness changes almost on a daily basis with new discovery at every turn. home, new job, new friends, new life ghosts ...
or dead men talking
at least, that's what my friendly neighborhood soul ....
..suggested...then he chuckled and proceeded to tell me his message for his wife.

There are things I'd like to blurt out loud in the middle of the day, on a Wednesday but I'm not sure that anyone would listen.  Everyone is going through some kind of shit storm it seems.

There are things I'd like to blog about that I'm witnessing, experiencing, taking part in but I want to, no, have to be cautious as to this tale is not strictly my own.
The living in my life are going through a hell of a lot (of hell). I'm doing my best to comfort them without saying too much. It just isn't my place to be more than a shoulder.

Names, events, places would definitely all have to be changed. Don't have that kind of energy at the moment. Staying present is what's most important.  I can go back and put it all on paper some other rainy day.

I am anticipating tomorrow evenings event at the former Broneys Hotel.
History in the making! At least, personally. Boundaries? ....What? (nail biting)
Part of my knows that I'm diving head first into the shark tank, the one where I've already been bitten. Steve Irwin much?
Wow. Yeah....I just made that reference. But I'm not scared. Not at all.
I want this experience to be what it's supposed to be - whatever shows up -
for the good of all. (of course!) Definitely not skipping prayer before we start.
Finally, if there even is a final thought to the most rambling blog I've posted to date....
I want to say...I feel like I'm in five separate schools right now.
Perhaps preventing me from writing/creating so much.
The mental notes are exhausting!
Business school. Mom school. People school. My new life school. Medium school.
They are in no certain order and class seems to change with out a ringing bell or any warning for that matter.

For the record, I don't claim to be an expert ...or any of the subjects. (Period)
One day, perhaps I'll get great at a few....  would be pompous to suggest all.
But at least I'm trying and I'm not delusional.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a another plain to catch.
See you soon.




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