Stream of Thought

Teetering On The 10:55

“It is a divine message from the angelic realm that means you are in perfect balance between your physical, mental, and spiritual well-being. It is a sign of success and that guidance is available to you if needed.”

https://joyfuldumplings.com/1055-angel-number/#:~:text=you%20towards%20fulfilment!-,1055%20in%20Numerology,available%20to%20you%20if%20needed.

(“Joyful dumplings?!”)

Stream of Thought

Hunger

Starvation for a love hidden beyond any reason can make a woman turn inward upon herself and no longer trust her ability to discern truth from fantasy.

The more she examined this phenomenon, the more she was not sure that any future relationship would be healthy for her.

For all that she had encountered in male partnership so far had been direct or indirect thievery.

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Crimped

She knew that the love between them was there, but it had gone to ground and was hidden in his soul’s waters, barred to her access.

It wasn’t her fault, though she was prevented from mingling with them because he needed to protect his own identity.

Fragility makes a man want to close up and ward off any offers of trustworthy intimacy.

And because she knew this about his “condition,” shr felt bound to stay by his side, rather than leave and abandon him.

She didn’t realize that he was afraid of the strength of her spirit; by the conviction of her advocacy; and by the power of the love that she had for him and tried to show him.

A type of sinister corruption of similar powers had already been directed at him in childhood – and had nearly destroyed him.

The call of her heart and light of her vision were simply greater than he felt comfortable with.

But what he could offer was sardonic, joking, and critical cynicism – which was funny, but did not enhance her confidence in her abilities, nor make her feel loved and supported.

Nor wanted.

Nor cherished.

In fact, it had the inadvertent effect, as if a poison.

And her growth became contorted and convoluted.

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In The Quiet

I did not want to spend this time, struggling more – yet more quiet and withdrawn, filling out paperwork, coordinating and organizing through inflammation’s back, shoulder, and nack aches.

From the inside’s drawing depths, the distance now farther to reach surface of the external, I see the light glimmering in ripples.

What matters are the simple things behind the grand gestures: what we underrated – and so buried in overcompensation, trying to be “good enough,” worthy enough to be seen and heard.

Yet, we are enough, just by our inherent qualities and by the simple fact we are existing in this material plane at the same time, together.

Life is much more amazing than we have dared to acknowledge that it can be.

Take the time to let it be.

Find your way.

Breathe.

And Believe.

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Memories Of Egypt

Stepping out into the unrelenting wave of heat to the sound of mechanics loudly whirring with high-intensity, incessant thrumming from the across-the-way car wash reminds me of arriving those two evenings at the airport in Cairo.

My time spent there was behind the scenes, where I witnessed another world’s struggle that tourists have little comprehension about.

The communites there are very similar to ours way down deep in their core beliefs. They value love, honor, and valour.

As summer’s been climbing in the temperatures, I’ve been finding my body remembers those travels.

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“What Comes Around Goes Around”

I had purchased from the local thrift store a smaller-sized crock pot for use in the hotel during the several months we had stayed there last year.

Because its volume was less than what we normally need, I donated it back to that thrift store when we finally found a home.

Now, our oven has burned out and there is an unknown waiting time period while the landlord decides to fix or replace it and plans are enacted.

Meanwhile, we need to eat.

I think I found that same crockpot today – and am repurchasing it!

Healing Therapy, Stream of Thought

The Tree And Me

I checked on my rescue tree yesterday, and it was looking like that stressed and droopy fold was returning to its leaves.

I know this is its first summer of heat on its own after last year’s disruption of its roots.

If it is anything like me, it feels intimidated by the repeat of a pattern of heat where it gaspingly previously struggled.

So last night, I had to go that way again and only had about two 20-oz bottles worth of water with me, yet it was enough to dribble around its roots in a circular pattern for two completions.

Today when I drove by, it looked to have perked up – and in the warm breeze, it looked as if its now-brighter green leaves and brown branch fronds were waving more cheerfully at me.

Guess I’m back on summer patrol, again – at least until the weather returns to more reasonable!