Since the Silent Retreat I have been noticing new thoughts arise. One that I am working with in soul collage and journaling and even in my dreams (subconsciously) is the loss of power one feels in the course of loosing one's eyesight. To surrender one's career and have no income is cause to feel powerless, as is surrendering one's license to operate a car safely. No wheels! no income! I challenge you to see your life without these 'essentials'. . . . how would loosing your sight and mobility at age 62 create new opportunities in your life? I am still looking for a way to serve and regain my Presence with Grace.
My mother dealt with this and became very controlling in her days as a 'shut in'. She would hide the mail and sell my dad's things, behaviors I did not understand. I am beginning to think that these acts were a result of having lost her personal power to act. Above, my Fall Soul Card, intended to celebrate Autumn shows a pumpkin woman. . .
My recent Soul Collage cards depict two people under water: a seahorse, a woman with broken legs, and a gold fish trapped under a rock.




In addition, I dreamed that I was sitting at the edge of a burial hole filled with mannequin torsos. I cried, "Help daddy, Help" Dan was standing next to me and wasn't ready. I said, "I can place my foot here," but instead, things happened too fast. I was sucked down into the pit. Before my eyes grey dust particles rising. I had been dematerialized.

Just saying, my subconscious is hard at work. I found a sore on Mirage's back right thigh last night while brushing her. It's small. We'll need to have GDB check it out on Saturday when we kennel her during our vacation in Maui.

Legs!
(Did I mention,I swim two or three times a week, and am getting my legs waxed on Thursday?) Legs, legs and more legs