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had a reading done for me by someone else a few weeks ago. she confirmed that the new goddess who has appeared in my life will be a longer journey than the one with Aphrodite in 2015-2017. She require certain things. mainly stuff I haven't been particularly good at in my life so far. that's probably the point LOL
apartment is very slowly coming together. still need a new desk, a new kitchen table and chairs, and the bigger couch will be delivered at the end of the month. its just a shitty time to move, there have been delays in the delivery and retrieval of furniture and belongings.
had a breakdown when i opened one of the Rubbermaid containers that i was able to get from my sister's.
My Halloween box.
ALL of my Boney Bunch collectibles except for a skeleton treat bowl and frakenstein bride and groom candle holder were completely destroyed. Not just little pieces broken that could be glued back on, I mean smashed in half or even worse.
The hand craved wooden springtime goddess that I purchased from a craft fair when I first came back from Texas. The head was broken off but the body was nowhere to be found inside the box.
Which means... someone went through my shit and didn't tell me. They either dropped it or threw it and the lid came off or, worse, purposefully treated my shit like crap and didn't care.
Either way, I was pissed and obviously disappointed.
Material possessions can usually be replaced, even if you have to hunt on ebay and save up to buy a second one.
The hurt wasn't about the items themselves, but what they meant to me. I am finally getting my life back. The past two years I had everything on hold, couldn't decorate or express myself spiritually in the ways I have done in the past. I so was looking forward to that moment when I would sit down with a cup of coffee or tea, to open boxes of the items I'd carefully chosen and wrapped to take with me throughout various moves throughout the years.
There is still more to unpack and discover. My sister claims she has no idea where the rest of my stuff is. Umm, how did you guys lose $500 worth of antique cast iron pans??!! Plus, the rest of my artwork and books. I'm not taking her excuses, I want my shit out of her house. We went over there yesterday, found some some books and pyrex, none of which were destroyed. that was a nice surprise.
There are other goals that I'm working toward but again, progress is slow. I suppose I feel a sense of urgency since the move but I think I'm getting better at accepting the fact that there's ony so much I can do with the resources and time available to me.
apartment is very slowly coming together. still need a new desk, a new kitchen table and chairs, and the bigger couch will be delivered at the end of the month. its just a shitty time to move, there have been delays in the delivery and retrieval of furniture and belongings.
had a breakdown when i opened one of the Rubbermaid containers that i was able to get from my sister's.
My Halloween box.
ALL of my Boney Bunch collectibles except for a skeleton treat bowl and frakenstein bride and groom candle holder were completely destroyed. Not just little pieces broken that could be glued back on, I mean smashed in half or even worse.
The hand craved wooden springtime goddess that I purchased from a craft fair when I first came back from Texas. The head was broken off but the body was nowhere to be found inside the box.
Which means... someone went through my shit and didn't tell me. They either dropped it or threw it and the lid came off or, worse, purposefully treated my shit like crap and didn't care.
Either way, I was pissed and obviously disappointed.
Material possessions can usually be replaced, even if you have to hunt on ebay and save up to buy a second one.
The hurt wasn't about the items themselves, but what they meant to me. I am finally getting my life back. The past two years I had everything on hold, couldn't decorate or express myself spiritually in the ways I have done in the past. I so was looking forward to that moment when I would sit down with a cup of coffee or tea, to open boxes of the items I'd carefully chosen and wrapped to take with me throughout various moves throughout the years.
There is still more to unpack and discover. My sister claims she has no idea where the rest of my stuff is. Umm, how did you guys lose $500 worth of antique cast iron pans??!! Plus, the rest of my artwork and books. I'm not taking her excuses, I want my shit out of her house. We went over there yesterday, found some some books and pyrex, none of which were destroyed. that was a nice surprise.
There are other goals that I'm working toward but again, progress is slow. I suppose I feel a sense of urgency since the move but I think I'm getting better at accepting the fact that there's ony so much I can do with the resources and time available to me.