#Givethanks #inlakech #loveitall #sheisme #thanksgiving #ison #blessings #cats #earthship #dreamspell #1320 #familydrama #bigpicture #eatingchocolate #sansfrancisco #feathers #sleepingbag Ahhh things are falling into place. Doors are opening, my little family is well received when I am open to love and not too proud to accept the generosity that the universe delivers via the hearts and hands of individuals within my global village. I have been holding onto this idea that my natal family would someday see me for who I am and that we all carry a gift for the world, but they don’t resonate. Not now, not yet anyhow. I can extend unconditional love and hold space for the world without stress or effort but when it comes to family, it takes ALL of my energy to stay centered and remember ME. No wonder they can’t see me, cuz I’m always trying to meet THEM where they are. Shape shifting and taking on their anxieties of who they project me to be, today is a big learning day. This grand mirror that it is. When my grandma died in 2003, a rift divided the family. Torn emotions over how material possessions were handled, representing lack of respect in favor of efficiency. A big who-said-what-who-did-what-I’m-over-it-but-THEY-have-issues and boom. Polarized. The big players and the ones that followed them seemingly helplessly. No more big Christmas and thanksgiving dinners. My grandma was a #redmoon like me. We tear it apart to hold it together. I feel every bit of each of us, our storyline, where the lines intersect. We might survive this. We might transcend. This “comet ison” aka possibly Planet X aka nibiru aka blue star katsina aka end of the world aka killshot oh and not to mention ocean acidification and Fukushima radiation and martial law and gmos and consciousness control. We are dead already, from the last time and the times before that. Well, it’s true. I’ve been saving my seeds and planting my intentions and making my peace and accepting the abundance and waking up every day, a little surprised that I still get to wake up in this slice of heaven. Maybe the seeds are metaphor, maybe the seeds are my intentions that I’ll carry into the next life. Maybe I know now what my gift is and maybe if I stay centered I can radiate my energy into the ethers and touch everyone I meet and have ever met with golden light and maybe they will come to acceptance of the great story. I’m as changed by them as they are by me and it isn’t the story, it’s who we are. Maybe we will stand on stage and applaud each other, the other actors for keeping it compelling enough to be a part of it. I’m thankful, ya know? Maybe my killshot won’t be THE killshot but I’m gonna take my knowingness with me and love it all.