I first had “the feeling” in March. I was doing two simple tasks. Moving some things off the shelf of the medicine cabinet in one of the bathrooms and packing a few things to take to my storage unit. (I have been living in a community house for a year. Sharing a bedroom and half a closet. I also have a 10 x 10 storage unit I share with my daughter, Hannah)
Both times I felt a body sensation of tingles and heard the words, “It’s time to move.” I stopped and asked the questions, “Am I moving? Is everyone in my community house moving? Are we moving together? Am I moving somewhere by myself?”
I waited and listened. All I heard and felt was silence. No more information. I gently asked the questions once in awhile and I stayed curious, wondering why I felt that.
This isn’t the first time I have had a “feeling.” It is the primary way I live my life. Especially since my husband died in 2005. When he died, the beginning of a major transformation began and I began to listen to the feelings more.
I kept the question close to me and asked every once in awhile.
The “moving” details began to emerge with the next steps in April.
*Live out of a suitcase for 6 months to a year.
*The answers will be revealed.
*One step at a time.
Yeah…well, I wish it always felt this free and easy. I do feel the trust more. I know that there is something amazing that is about to happen. And for the first time, in a long time, I feel like it is time to come back out into the world, reconnect and step into the next part of my life. It feels like the transformation is now emerging as integration.
Here we go!