Priestess Entrepreneur Chronicles

Frankly I am tired of picking up after others. I dream of a world where every single person takes care of their own stuff and doesn’t just leave things for others to deal with. My tenant told me, a week after the rent was due, that he could no longer afford to live in the apartment I have been renting to him.  He would be leaving. That’s fine. I am happy to see him go. He wasn’t really a good fit here anyway. It is the way that he left that has baffled me. 

First he wrote me a check and told me the money would be in his account on the 9th. I had to track him down to get the check which he agreed to leave in my mailbox, but was not, and ended being in his mailbox. I brought the check to the bank to cash and, of course, the funds were not in his account ( no surprise there). So I went back over to the house and told him so to which he said that he had not put the cash in there yet ( why did he not just give me cash?…) so I said:  ”I take cash”. And he counred out the bills to me, reluctantly. If he was planning on bailng on the rent and just splitting he should not have told me he had cash in his pocket, right? if you’re goning to bail, just bail.

Then he moved a bunch of stuff out but left a couch and some endtables and lots of cleaning supplies and such (which clearly had never been used) and it has been days of him saying he would come get the stuff but never did. I ended up putting the stuff out on the porch so the place could be properly cleaned.

And he thinks he lost the keys. which mean I have to get new knobs for both doors.

And what really irks me is the total lack of communication. Well, I have his deposit and whatever I need to take out of it, I will. But what an unnecessary hassle.  And what did he do to the walls? Is that crayon on them? Good grief!

I’ll clean up after animals til the cows come home but I sure do tire of cleaning up after other humans!

I am embarrassed to admit that I have not blaghed for a month now. I have had blahg block. I am hoping some of that is lifting being as we are in a DEEP freeze here in the foothills of the Rockies and what else is there to do but write or sleep or read or eat? I have already cleaned everything that could need cleaning and rearranged all the deck chairs on my own personal Titanic so why not plop myself down and write a bit about the highlight of my day…the house finches gorging at my birdfeeders.

A few weeks ago I hung up some feeders in my yard. From where I sit in my writing room I can see the feeders and all the activity that gathers around them. For days no one came and I was sad. It was like  throwing a party and everyone was a no-show. Slowly some birds and squirrels arrived. A few black-capped chick-a-dees (as cute as their name) A few  furry squirrels. A woodpecker now and again. Once a bluejay. It was pleasant and fun and calm, until this morning!

This morning, in the icy frigidness of  a sub-zero December morning, the clarion call had obviously gone out through the neighborhood because now I was witnessing a replay of Hitchcock’s The Birds right in my own back 40. There were literally hundreds of chirping little winged ones…house finches. Some all brown and stripey (those were the girls, in good camouflage for when they sit on eggs in their nests), the males spoted soft downy red breasts and if they weren’t all just the dearest things I had ever seen on a winter’s morn I don’t know what would be. It was a frenzy of actvity - eating and socializing and cooing and flirting, like any good watering hole or coffee shop, avian style.

So I guess it IS true. if you put it out, they will come!

I am heartened by this thought because I feel I am scattering my own seeds into cyberspace and beyond and maybe, just maybe, the party I am trying to hold will actually be attended by all those invited..and more!

Cindy
Priestess Entrepreneur: Providing tools for clear navigation through these MOST amazing of times
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I don’t know if it was due to the election, hormones, the global ascension process or to all the other bizarre things that were going on in my life the last few months but FINALLY I am sleeping through the night again. I have always been such a great sleeper. I never could understand the insomniac’s pleas and cries until I found myself wandering around my house in the wee hours, waiting for blessed sleep to descend upon me. I would awake like clockwork at 3 a.m. and then I was UP. But it’s a weird kind of UP in that I couldn’t read or have the light on at all. I drank herbal concoctions, dosed myself with KavaKava tincture, tossed, turned, and eventually paced the floors. In the morning I was bleary-eyed and super stressed out. I usually can log 10 hours at a stretch, no problem, so this new state of no-sleep blues was really wearing on me.

I am not a pilltaker so sleep aids were not an option. If I wasn’t sleeping I would get to the bottom of it using all the investigative techniques I have at hand, which are many. What finally worked was a good and thorough exorism of some wicked energies that had infiltrated my psyche and then some wonderful seeds taped into my ear by my beloved acupuncturist. She first treated me for the panic, for the racing heart, for the havoc the sleeplessness was wreaking in my body and then she put 5 seeds into selected spots in my right ear. Then, like magic, I slept through the night and  have every night since.

I am a great believer in addressing a symptom from every angle, working and working it until there is completion and satisfication. I do think it was a combination of therapy, energetic healing, and the acupuncture that have finally put me to sleep when I should, and prefer, to be sleeping.

Which is all to say…don’t give up finding the answers to your physical disturbances. Disturbances in the physical realm are most probably related to things going on in other realms. GO there to find PEACE.
And don’t setlte for half-answers. Investigate until you get your needs answered and met.

The Priestess MUST have proper sleep.

Sleep fulfilled,
Cindy
Practical Priestess Entrepreneur

YAY!!

I live in an area that gets the craziest winds. They come barreling down through the canyons, blowing debris everywhere in their paths. They usually start up in the late evening, roar through the night, banging doors and shutters and tossing trash cans down the street. When they have moved on to Kansas and places eastof here, they leave behind air that is cleaned and refreshed.

Today is one of those mornings. Some final gusts are blowing through the yard, sending crushed leaves crashing up against the house and fence, creating little piles of crunch and color to bed down the perennials along the fenceline.  I like when the winds blow through. I can see more clearly what is, what remains after the big blow-through.

Squirrels, the color of the fallen leaves, are munching away on found treasures, seeds fallen from the bird feeders swinging on the branches overhead. Beautiful, elaborate nests are nestled into the crotches of now bare trees.  Purple and blue pansies are still in their late autumn blossom, sturdy against the impending frosts.

The winds of change have blown through last night and the last few weeks in my little world, as they have blown through the big world.  I am feeling somewhat unsteady  as I reorient to less light  and the new air blown down from the mountains.

What winds are blowing through your life today?

Cindy
Practicing Priestess Entrepreneur