March 2, 2015, Prescott- Granite Creek was flowing, fast and furious, as I looked out the window, at my CPA’s office, this afternoon. I thought of how things flow, very freely. My funds will flow, in a couple of weeks, to tend to my remaining tax bills, and will flow just as quickly back into my account, with hard work on my part and those of the enterprises in which I invest. Energy will flow, a bit more slowly, as I engage in the Fast, of which 18 days remain, then more steadily as Spring comes into play. Time always flows, and rarely at a slow pace. Love flows, in several ways, as the Bellamy Brothers once sang.
I’ve been one to go with the flow, especially since I’ve been living alone, in the physical sense. The past three years, I have traveled extensively, always going where I felt the energy calling. I’ve lived, happily, in Prescott, when the energy called me home. Sometimes, it’s the Baha’i community that calls, other times the needs of family and other friends, still others, when a civic emergency arises. Mostly, though, it’s the thought-voice of my beloved, on the other side, letting me know what is in store for the day, the week, the month and year, and towards what end I should direct my energies.
I feel something pulling me now, possibly away from the state I’ve called home, off and on, for nearly 40 years. I’ve felt that pull before, and have always ended up staying put, home-wise, even when going off on one of my tangents, as happened a few weeks ago. I think the flow may change course a few times, before it’s set right. There is only one thing to do right now, go with it and see where things lead. Sounds like a plan.