Day: May 7, 2010
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Feeling Groovy in the Angelic After Glow
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to wake up in the morning and find this wonderful feeling gone. If I had a man in my house, I’d probably keep him up all night! I’m not sure how long it will last but for…
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Celebration Dinner
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. The man is back in my dreams. Has been all week. Every now and then, like last Tuesday morning, I wake feeling that he’s been sleeping next to me all night—not in a sexual way but in a sense of closeness—and has left the bed…
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After the Fire
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. A lite colonel I used to work with looks me up about once every 5 years. This time, he waited about 6 before emailing me out of the blue. I met him back about 1988 or so when we were both working on our Masters’…
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Shifting, Shifting: Energies of 8:8 and the Grand Cross
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. Something is shifting again. I felt it so strongly this morning that, even though I finally had a chance to sleep in, that I had to force myself not to get up right away. Boy, was that hard! I’ve felt a little of it this…
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Failure to Heal
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. “Some people can’t be healed.” I re-read the statement from a friend who moved a year ago. I don’t want to believe that, but it resonates, perhaps because yesterday I heard an NPR story about terminally ill children and some of the medical practices pursued…
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Intuition Experiment
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. My intuition’s been telling me something disturbing about some people who keep mucking around in my life and refuse to leave me alone. I haven’t been able to prove it but I could “feel” it. And you know how weary I get of people discounting…
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Comebacks
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. I finally got my hair cut. But that’s not the surprise. Yes, I’d meant to get it cut in March, but I was too swamped. While I took care of making appointments for everyone else, I didn’t get around to doing my own. Still, I…
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Forgiveness Is Not Condoning
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. I have one last bit of data to find before I can file the tax return I extended in April when I was sick and overworked and sick of being overworked. I think I can safely find the data now because I unexpectedly found something…
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Growing Up?
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. Ah, synchronicity. My email folders were so full that I wasn’t allowed to send another message until I cleaned out the old stuff. So what should I find in a massive deletion of ancient emails but an exchange with the post-divorce counselor whose session notes…
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What’s Real: Same Question as So Often Before, Different Angle
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in *Third Degree Curves.* A colleague has reprimanded me for acting on intuition rather than fact, even though the results were dead-on. She says I need to go with what’s “real.” But what’s “real” isn’t necessarily what’s true. What’s “real” isn’t even what can be verified by scientific fact…
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Things I Can’t Say
My daughter posted on her private blog a list of 10 things she wishes she could say but she can’t, for varying reasons, and it made me think about what I wish I could say but I can’t, also for varying reasons. And why I can’t say them. Many of the important things I need…
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Meditation Work: Flashes of Interest
Certain abilities of mine are strengthening. Like muscles being worked, so are the meditative abilities of the mind. I remember being terribly jealous of friends who could simply “see things.” I never considered myself “visual” and was occasionally denigrated for not having that ability. A High Priestess is supposed to be the culmination of everyone’s…
