today was a mixed bag of sorts.. I was supposed to go for a walk with my friend Bea, to Minnehaha Falls [an aboriginal women's sacred place] to do a little ritual to help me with my anger /rage that I have been feeling..
over the past few days, I have been doing alot of journalling and 'work on self'.. and Bea, being yet another one of my butterflies.. offered to do the ritual with me.. but upon arrival at her home, she was suffering dreadfully from menopausal women's problems, herself.. so we sat and had tea on her shady verandah instead.. and she proceeded to don her Feng Shui hat when I told her about the numbers thing with my home(s) - those 8's. 1's and 9's..... .. [I am not sure what I think of this Feng Shui business]..
tried to work out which element I am but became confused and ended up being either Earth or Metal.. still not sure. does it matter? but i did think twice when Bea exclaimed loudly 'don't paint your home pink! stay away from pinks and apricots!'... and of course now I will, me, being who I am .. don't like to upset the feng shui elements. so back to the drawing board on colours for Villa Maria... I am leaning towards a mushroom with either purple or blue shutters and door..
my plan for today was to take my inner little girl out after our planned walk and buy her a gift to celebrate.. but my inner little girl is not one who likes to sit and blow bubbles or draw alot [she finds it hard to play].. so I took her to the nursery and bought her an indoor plant.. very feng-shui -ish... [the little girl that was me long time ago, loved to play outside among the plants..and had many friends among the leaves and flowers]
while I was at the nursery choosing the plant and admiring the many water features and the gorgeous wind chimes, I could feel the heat building up inside, i flung my coat to the floor, exclaimed loudly 'menopausal flush'... and proceeded to fan myself furiously with one of their brochures... the woman behind the counter, who I know quite well, turned and said to me 'don't ya hate that.. it has been happening to me for years.. I don't think I will ever get through it'.... - thankyou very much I thought to myself.. - years ?! . I only wanted weeks or at worst case scenario, months... but years ? oh puhlease....
[today, while washing up at the kitchen sink, I looked out the window and the resident Magpie with the sore leg was digging for worms with his beak while 7 crimson rosellas nibbled at the grass seeds nearby.. each in their own little world but sharing it with others]