I woke up this morning at 5:30, which I’ve been doing a lot lately. I was totally rested, got a good 7 or 8 hours sleep. I got up, made a cup of coffee, and checked my email.
There was an email from a friend I made in the online community I belonged to for about 5 years for survivors of abuse, any kind of abuse. She and I had very similar situations, except she is younger and her kids are younger than my son. She still, because her son is a minor, has to deal with the repercussions of his abusive, controlling father, her ex. She needed some help wading through some really tough stuff that her son is dealing with in school. I hope I was able to help her. We both see our exes personality traits in Trump and are extra fearful of him. Like she said, “If he’s angry about the crowd size reporting, what will he do when Vlad disses him? Push a button?” Scary scary man, especially when you have experience with your own sociopath.
I made it to sunrise at the town dock this morning. As I watched the sun come up into a clear blue sky, save one wispy white cloud, I was reminded that the psychic yesterday told me how she loved my mother’s light, it was a rose gold color. I could imagine it, for sure. This morning that was what the sky was, a rose gold color. I felt like it was Mom, saying hi. I kind of did a gratitude meditation when I was there. I was alone, which was weird. Usually there are a few people from the neighborhood there. This is a picture of sunrise.
Off to have a day of R & R, lol. Love and light.