Lights

This week was one strange difficult eye opening week for me. Beginning on the houseboat...or actually leaving the houseboat...a mixture of both. I took a friend home when I left the lake. I got totally discombobulated and lost out in the country. Lucky for me, I have a very dear friend who calms me. I called him and the sound of his voice soothed me. I was going up a curvy, country road searching for the interstate. It appeared I was heading north when I needed to be going west. My friend told me, "turn around", which I did. Suddenly, heading right towards me was another vehicle passing cars. All I saw were headlights coming at me. I ran off the side of the road to get out of his way. Finally, found the right path. A truck passed by me blinking his headlights at me. I was going 60 in a 30 mph, not realizing the speed limit on this small road had changed. I braked. Sure enough, there was a police car with his radar pointing straight at me. I had slowed down in time. Found the interstate, but it was closed down going east, which, no, I was going west. But all the other cars were having to get off which had everyone going west, stopped. I sat there for an hour and a half. Finally, what normally takes an hour to drive, found myself home 3 hours later.

I called my mother because normally I call her every saturday morning and I knew she would be worried about me. She sounded terrible. My sister had taken her to the emergency room. They told her it was her high blood pressure medicine. They adjusted it. The next night my son, who lives in North Carolina called me. He said, "you need to come see your mama"! That is a 6 hour trip for me. I have my teenage daughter here who just started back to school. I have no one else here. I could not just up and leave. I slept that night outdoors with my dog.

The next morning I called my mom. She wasn't any better. My son was taking her to the doctor. I stayed home from work. I did not feel well. I painted. Called my mom later on the afternoon. The doctor gave her shots of antibiotics and pain injection. My son told me that he had to take her back to the doctor in the morning and if she wasn't any better, she was going to be admitted into the hospital. She couldn't walk. Again, I slept outside.

The next morning at work, I sent my angels to heal my mom - outloud. Later in the day, I called my mom. She answered the phone. Yes, finally, she was beginning to heal. For the first time this week, I slept like a baby in my own bed. Yes, I believe in angels and guides.