Yesterday, I wrote, then posted the following:
This week two strangers received joyous news. A match was found for a new kidney. Their struggle to live under the shadow of renal failure is over. The donor was my cousin Penny, who passed from this life January 4th when her life support was disconnected. One door closing opened two others. Life passes to life. Like water, life takes many forms and shapes that are beyond our ability to see. Penny lives in our memory, and in the lives of others as well.
I didn’t have the slightest emotional tie to my cousin, who I only saw when she was three years old, yet I cried when I wrote it because it was inspired by Source.
As part of my new daily routine, I spent some time aligning myself with well-being. From that I was inspired to that tribute to my cousin. What was important was the insight that I gained. Life passes to life. It takes myriads of shapes and forms but life is eternal, and there need be no sorrow, nor sense of loss. When I read or write something that comes out of source, I cry. Abraham says that crying is an indication of residual resistance. So I accept it simply as a signal.
Feeling Good about Socks
Writing about alignment, remembering moments of alignment, remembering feelings of alignment all assist me with realigning with the vortex. Do you know what I feel really good about? Do you know what really makes me happy are my new socks. When I read about them, I felt that they would be good socks, and my instinct was right. They are perfect socks; the right thickness, the right height, the right coziness, the right colors. Life is good because I own perfect socks and was able to throw away the abominable socks. Nuclear war threatens, but I am happy because I own perfect socks