Sunday, January 28, 2024

 Sunday, January 28, 2024

   I was wide awake by 3 am. I tried to go back to sleep but had no luck. I got up, did my morning gentle seated yoga routine, and wrote. I sat down to meditate when the alarm went off at five-thirty.

   I used to love my home. It's lost its shine since Mike died. That loss was a slow process, the same way the loss of my energetic connection to Mike was slow. It was our shared loving energy that made the house shine. I thought of how I could sustain that energy on my own. I sat down to meditate and thought to draw Christ's energy into my body. Something changed. That's all I'm willing to attest to. I do not know if it is Christ's energy or even if there is any reality to channeled energy. I just know what I experience. I don't assume knowledge of any other reality. The knowledge I have about channeling this energy made me feel better. When I went to get into the car with Judy and Paulette to go to church, Paulette commented on how pretty I looked. I suspect it was a response to the energy. Loving energy and healing energy are always beautiful in our eyes.

   When Damon called later, I told him what happened when we sold our house in Columbus, Ohio. We lived in a development. There were various designs; the houses weren't all exactly the same. Our house was one of many designs. We made some changes. We put on a new roof, siding, and windows, and I painted the front door red for Feng Shui benefits. Shortly before we moved, Mike had some work done on the front walk, replacing the cement with paving blocks. We weren't great gardeners but had a gorgeous tree in our front yard. The house was well cared for, but nothing spectacular. Two hundred people showed up for our open house. Of those two hundred, we had only two offers. One was rescinded before the evening ended when the person went home and consulted his partner. The other couple went through with the purchase. This house had been on the market for nearly two hundred days before we bought it. The realtor said she had only seen a turnout like that once before when she sold a Stickley home. Stickley designed homes with wood interiors. They are historic.

    When we lived there, there were several occasions when people would pass by and comment how much they loved our house. The loving energy that Mike and I shared made it look spectacular. I'm not claiming that we had the best marriage on the planet. I doubt anyone can make that claim. Every good marriage has its weak spots; sharing loving energy was one of our strengths. We both needed that quality in a partner.

   3rd grade M's father never contacted me to schedule our Sunday appointment. I guessed she was doing well enough, so she didn't need more tutoring. I have asked the parents what the teacher thinks about her performance. Still, it would have been nice if they let me know. The father is usually respectful and appreciative when dealing with me. I assume it just wasn't a priority, and I hope nothing happened to them. That latter is always a possibility.