than yesterday….I don’t know why. Yesterday felt like it had angst wrapped around it…today feels, no, not today but…this evening feels like HOPE. I like this feeling. Breathing feels easier. The future looks more doable. I know we will accomplish what we set out to do. Wrapping up home projects looks more promising and feels like they can be done and we can move on…forward. Maybe it is the evening air….it feels like fall right this minute….which is my favorite season. Maybe it is because I reviewed my “funwork” that was assigned by one of my mentors. I reviewed what I had written and now….I feel lighter somehow. I think I finally accepted that I can move on to the future my husband and I have planned. I am no longer tied to self-imposed responsibilities. I no longer have as much on my plate as I did a month ago. I am so close to wrapping up my dad’s estate. This feels good. It feels hopeful.

Maybe it is because I have washed my hands from several family members and won’t let their words make me feel guilty. I plan on surrounding myself with people of the same vibrational level as mine. They must be HOPEFUL people.

Several nights ago, while pottying my doggo, there was something near the edge of the lawn…something light brown, tannish…it was about 15 inches high….I thought it was a rabbit at the time. Last night while locking the garage, a tannish owl was on the ground at the back of the garage and it took flight…a soundless flight…and flew about four feet off the ground to the same spot I saw a tannish animal a few nights ago. So we had seen an owl the other night. By the color and size, I am assuming it was a barn owl. We have a large female that flies by our home sometimes…more so in the fall than any other time of the year. Owls bring messages from the spirit world. The message was: you cannot save those who do not want to save themselves. I dreamt of my nephew who lives in a homeless camp in Seattle. I was pulling a wagon…possibly to bring him home…I pulled that wagon all over the encampment looking for him. I finally found him on some stairs with some other people his age. He looked tired. He looked strung out. He looked haggard but…he would not come with me. He said he was “good” where he was at. I felt sad walking away from him knowing that he has a good chance of being lost in this type of life has chosen. He has a good heart but he also has anger issues and was raised to believe he was a victim….that everyone was picking him. There were other people in the dream that I had not seen in a long time but I did not recall who they were after I awoke.

Maybe this is why I feel hopeful now. I know that it’s not my job to take care of and save everyone. Doing so lessens their chance of learning any life lessons. I can have empathy. I can have compassion…but it is not my job to tell them how to do their incarnation this lifetime. Doing so will not allow them to grow and expand their soul to enlightenment.

Peace out homies….