If a Tree Falls and I Don’t Hear It….

Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Separation.

There’s a lightness in the air that I can’t explain. But it feels good.

The Long-Awaited Honest-to-God Secret to Being Happy

Something’s shifted…again. Something’s changed. Maybe it’s that I’ve let go of something I didn’t know I was carrying or maybe  something   that’s  had  me  by  the  ankles  has  been wrenched free. I don’t know.  But for the first time in a long time, there’s a sense of anticipation in the  air and excitement about the unknown ahead of me.

I’ve heard before:  watch for August, watch for September,  watch for October, watch for November, watch for December. None of  them bore the fruit I’d been told to expect. The energies shifted and delayed while other things were processed and re-slotted. Maybe it’s the  Grand Fixed Cross in the astrological charts right now. Thank the Gods,  it’s starting to dissipate and we can start to move forward on the things that ground to a halt back in mid-August and in September and then reversed and kind of squirmed under the weight of the celestial squares and oppositions that formed the Cross.

Things are happening and I don’t know what they are. They affect me, but I still don’t know what they are.

The not-knowing drives me crazy. If a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound? If Lorna doesn’t see what’s going on, is anything happening?

I’d thought nothing was happening because I couldn’t see it. I was wrong. Much has happened, continues to happen. Out of my sight. I have faith that I will see the results but before then, I will not see the grueling everyday rites of suffering and twisting and molding into what is to be. It’s a lesson in patience, and one I’ve failed at for so long.

There’s an easiness…or easier-ness…to the future now. A sense of  not having to hold on so tight. Of just letting things be…and letting things come.

I think the Spring will be very lovely and warm for me this year. Full of light and love. I’ll welcome it with open arms.

I’d say I can’t wait, but I know I will.


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