We’re moving into our new space this week. What a change.
I have been moving in new directions with my life, not sure where I was going exactly but taking micro steps towards more positive things. I’ve also not cut God and spirituality out of my life so in some ways, that feels more free-flowing as well, not like I’m totally cut off from those good parts of myself or whatever the world/universe/spirit sends my way. I’m open to it all.
I love that idea, of being open to the God-energy or good energy of the world. I believe it exists. I believe there are ways of thinking, living, being that are healthier than others. I am trying to align myself continuously with those things, whatever they may be.
Those universal values seem to center around love for yourself and others. Sacrifice. Depth. Investment. Nature respect. Others respect.
Tonight I spent time with a couple that has gone through similar things to what we’ve gone through. They left a church and have felt shunned or at least people are ‘concerned’ they aren’t going to church. They’ve lost close friends. They are alone, but they’re also finding themselves. They are going through much of what I’m coming out of.
It felt good to spend time with them, to help them know they’re not alone and that there is hope.
They have great kids, and they’re creating a beautiful family. They have some close friends but it’s definitely a smaller group than it was before. They have their faith and spirituality. It’s just not very tied to a church any longer.
I realized that I’m moving to the other side of a lot of what I’ve been going through. I’m feeling stronger and less buffeted by the winds of whatever comes along. I was thrown for a loop earlier this week with the move and some tension around that. Overall though, things are shifting.
Being downtown has a different energy and what I was getting at before is I was seeking something and here some of it is. I feel really energized being downtown. I feel like this was led to us as an option and I was open to seeking and here it is. I don’t know quite how that happens. It feels like a blessing to me.
I’ve been craving being less isolated and it has felt like somehow, our life up on the hill and alone sort of, has been really isolating. We don’t go to church, belong to any clubs, etc. Our kids have grown and gone. It’s just felt lonely and we’re not even that removed from things. It’s an incredible neighborhood, and I’ve felt bad for even feeling these things when people would love to live here. It’s reminded me of what I’ve heard people refer to as a white ghetto. That’s resonated.
I think you can have that with any ethnicity. I think it has more to do with wealth and less with race. It has to do with race in the US because of how this country formed. But other countries can have the same issues with the isolation that wealth brings, regardless of race.
I have no idea how you combat that. I’ve thought of many ideas and they all take work. I feel tired to do more than I’m doing.
So today we moved more stuff to our new space, and I also moved in my soul. I keep moving.
I also met a broker today that helped me better understand Medicare and the plan my parents have. I have a much better idea of how all of that works. It felt good to be engaged and helping them with their finances and coverage. I just have to let the rest of it all go, in terms of the ideal relationship with my Mom and whether this is the best situation for her or not. I will keep monitoring things and see how it unfolds. I will try and help and be ready as best I can.
On we go.