This is shaping up to be a great week. Althoug I did not get on the beach this morning, I did ground here at the office. I need to get a little spot that is free and clear of litter and debris to stand. I met with my sister this morning, and had a great breakfast (the company was great, the food so so). It was probably one of the best interactions we have had in our life time.
We discussed the family reunion that we did not attend, the high reunion that she accidentally attended. We both agreed, once you finally put your past behind you, many things no linger have significance or meaning. The camp that was home to so many of my fondest child hood memories is where the family reunion is held each year. The physical land remains the same, the shore line and the rocks, but the buildings have changed as well the people in control of the buildings. The energy of the space has changed. Gone is the welcoming spirit of Paul, gone is the jovial spirit of Nummy, now there is a woman that rules and she is not welcoming of the whole family. She may have a point, that she pays taxes and upkeep on a property that she has to share with a very large group.
Either way, I have always felt like an outsider in that particular pack. My memories revolve around the nature and my books. The quiet time away from the bullies in Liverpool. I guess the truth is that once Nana died, I was left without, just with out. I did not fit in with the others, I was / am weird. I know this, and now understand my weirdness is actually my powers. I am an empath, I have the second sight, and I want more shallow relationship with people or why bother. I am also very intelligent and have an amazing memory. All of these things make me who I am and very different than most people.
Logistically, attending the reunion is a nightmare. There are only two flights in and out of the town to Florida, there is no accommodations to be had. (As Michele pointed out there were always people on the floor and couches at our home in Florida, but no one is offering up floor space. ) I would be happy to buy a tent and sleeping bag if I could be offered a place to pitch it. I have actually slept under the stars there and its one of the best memories I have of camp. I proposed that we investigate making Alex Bay our base, attend the dinner cruise, and make the actual reunion a day trip. I proposed flying into Canada and driving over to the States. That may afford an exploration of Quebec, maybe a trip up to Chicoutimi to see the family roots.
Who knows, its a year away and plenty of time to make the arrangements. I have a feeling that I will be attending the next reunion, hopefully it is not a Memorial for one of the remaining siblings. THat brings up the conversation we had about attending funerals. I would attend Aunt 2’s services, but not Aunt 3’s. Aunt 2 has been nothing but kind all of my life.
Aunt 3 has been nothing but unkind and in welcoming for my entire life. For whatever reason, she has disliked me for as long as I can remember, she actually told me I do not belong on her property and sent me to uncle 1’s. I was 10 years old, the summer after my Nana died. I have not been to her property since. She has never had a kind word, for me or my children. I guess I need to work on discharging my negativity regarding that family member.
My brother has asked that I take his cat to be released from this life. I have agreed because he can not, he can however dig a hole. That he will handle, even in this rainy weather. Sadly, he will say good bye to another furry friend. Its a good thing I have the constitution that I do, or maybe it is the belief system. I believe that releasing the spirit from this life will send it to the Otherworld. That is where the spirit will be rejuvenated and refreshed.
Oh this crazy life, what started out as a peaceful relaxing pleasant day has turned into a well, I just don’t know. My son needs to borrow money , my brother needs
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