March 22, 2018, Prescott-
I got up well before sunrise, as usual, and went about the routine, except that coffee and breakfast waited until after my annual lab work for next Friday’s physical. I was first in line, so that was an in/out process.
I did something else, with assurance from my spirit guides. On what would have been my very frugal father’s 91st birthday, I tore up all correspondence from a sweepstakes company and tossed a few other pitches for money that I just don’t have to spare for them. Dad always honoured his commitments and his obligations, and I walk, as best I can, in his footsteps. I am assured that all else will follow, as needed.
It was another moment when I got a nice message from a good-hearted new online friend, and pondered my commitments for the rest of this month. Meditation told me, once again, that my choices are just that, my own. Nothing can really be imposed on us, except to pass on, when that day comes.
This dawn brought heavy cloud cover to us in Arizona, heavy rains to southern California and yet another heavy snowfall to the Northeast. Punxsutawney Phil is rolling on the ground, laughing, with his little trick; the groundhog lied.