I am in the midst of the last day of my 33rd year.
I always knew in my early predictions for my life that this year would be epic.
I am already having one of the strangest and most magical days I've had ever in my life. So far. On this planet.
Bidding goodbye to the most intense and challenging year of my life. Heading into my second year of being off alcohol. Have never felt so healthy and so clear.
Thanks to everyone out there who has always been a support. And thanks for reading... I'm hoping to get into some intense documentation of some pretty eerie paranormal happenings that I have experienced. My 34th year is to be spent on writing (finishing the play I've been working on) and grounding out. Being calm and being there for my community.
I am cat-sitting Miss Monster's daughter, Savannah. (Weird name, I know, but she was gifted to an eight year old who named her...)
In the only dream I can remember from last night, both cats followed me into dreamspace. I was flying and holding onto their paws on either side. It was so cool. Woke up and they were asleep beside me. I asked if they'd enjoyed the flying experience, and they both looked at me with the exact same wide-eyed amazement. Sweet! I love bringing cats into the dream. They both seem pretty haggard today though.