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Time to Re-align


It doesn’t seem right, somehow, to be blogging during this period of national mourning for our late Queen Elizabeth II. It’s my way of showing respect for her life of uncomplaining service and her beloved memory, to step back from the grumping, ranting and whatever else pointless waffle I spout. Just for this time. 

Also, the last six weeks have thrown in my path some upsetting, bewildering and unsettling events. But as Queen Elizabeth had her husband, Prince Philip, and her daughter, Princess Ann, as her unconditional emotional support, I have my Andy and my Heather. I am blessed. 

I’m okay, really I am. It’s nothing I can’t handle. As this week has shown, change happens and it is unrealistic to believe that everything will always stay the same. But I do need some quiet, unmeasured time to understand and accept the realignments that are happening in my life at the moment. And this time of national change and mourning seems a good time to work out where to go from here. A gift of serendipity from the Universe. 

A mini-break from blogging whilst that happens, then. Not too long. I’m pretty good at unravelling my head and heart these days, and getting my Self back on track! Do not fret…

…I’ll be back x



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Anonymous said…
I’ll be here. This helps me when things are a bit bleak: “ Positively expecting great results no matter what you see in front of you. The universe is rearranging itself for your best interest right now.” Obviously this quote might be completely wrong for your situation. Save it anyway for another time
KJ
13 September 2022 at 21:40
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