As if the earthquake wasn't enough trauma for one week. There were several after shocks over the next few days that measured about 4.9. I think it was that night I was asleep and kept thinking Paul was tossing and turning more than usual making the bed move. I remember telling him to roll over so that he would settle down. Only to wake up and find out it was really aftershocks I was feeling that were waking me up. I am sort of glad I was oblivious to it all.
It has been a; I don't like to use the word bizarre in this case but yet I can't find the right words to describe all that has happened this week weather wise here.
Monday I was off and got all the house work done even managed to call my Dad and Grandmother all before 11am. Which meant I had the whole day to myself until Paul got home around 5pm. For some reason I had this urge to paint pottery. The place locally was closed on Mondays so I thought I will drive and hour south to the next city. Our GPS was set at some point to avoid highways. So what should have taken an hour to get there actually took two hours. I was wondering why I was not on the highway after while but it was too late to figure it out. Once I got to the city it couldn't find the address I had put in, so I was completely lost and in an area I wasn't familiar with. That was when I pulled over in a parking lot and at least got in the direction of the mall. Online when I read about the pottery place it said it was near the mall. Off I went again and didn't find it. By now I was hungry and frustrated so I grab a light lunch and found a book store. All the bookstores in our area have closed except for a few small local ones which never have the type of thing I am looking for.
There I was browsing through this two story bookstore taking in the sights and smell of coffee and fresh books, and then in the middle of a corner, that I otherwise would have walked by. My eyes were drawn to the new age section. Next thing I find myself gravitating towards this area. There I found these cards that Doreen Virtue had just released. She has beautiful angel and goddess cards used for meditation and guidance mostly but you can do readings with them as well. I haven't bought cards in literally years. As a matter of fact the last ones I bought were in Calgary at The Divine Mine and they were Doreen Virtue Goddess Oracle cards. I picked up her new ones which where all about finding your life's purpose. Right next to them were these animal message cards with an author I wasn't familiar with. My eye kept going to them. I picked those up. Then I hear in my ear, "You already know your life's purpose. You are already doing it." I put the Doreen cards back and picked up the animal ones. I couldn't put them down. When I did I kept going back to look at them. I decided there was something in them I was suppose to learn. I also picked a book up for Paul that was on his reading list. It only seemed fair I get him a treat since I was treating myself that day. On the drive home I kept thinking to myself, I wasn't suppose to go paint pottery today I was to go there. With my first meditation with them I pulled the Raven card which is about listening to your intuition, and funny enough I noticed in the background a crow, crowing. Another message?
The next day the earthquake happened and that really threw me off. After that though something in the air was different. I can't describe what it was. A friend of mine who works Wednesday with me noticed something was off. She pulled me into her "office" which is the alley behind our work where she smokes away from customers eyes. She looked me in the eye and said "Something is going on with you. You seem different." She knows me well for having not known me long. She has a way with words, she is honest but funny, and genuine in her concern. She proceeds to tell me how she doesn't get the feeling I am trying to sell her a vacuum as she calls it. When I put on my brave face and sales woman voice masking the fact that deep down I am freaking out. Instead she says "You seem like you could spit on a car driving by and then wave at the person. Like you just don't care, sort of thing but it's not in a bad way." Strangely I knew what she was getting at. I told her I wasn't feeling right that something shifted after that quake and maybe even the day before who knows. I felt like my subconscious was blown wide open and I was getting vibes from people like never before.
Wednesday I guess there was another really strong aftershock during the night and strangely I slept through that! My dreams have been vivid, and I am not waking up like I normally do. The only reason I knew there was an aftershock was someone told me the next day.
Thursday we had a terrible wind and rain storm where afterwards we found the top of our chimney on the front lawn and a good chunk of tree landed close to where our car is normally parked. Thankfully I parked across the street this day.
Friday comes around, the streets were still a mess from the night before. At that point they were calling for a Tropical Storm, Flash Flooding and then Hurricane Irene was headed for us by Sunday. I was freaking out. Paul was at work I was a mess. I wanted out of here stat. He kept saying we would be fine but I wasn't so sure. I finally emailed his Mother and asked her to talk to him about us coming there until this storm blew over. I just couldn't take anymore trauma of if we had to evacuate for some reason we had no place to go. I called my Aunt Barb who agreed with me to get out of dodge. Then Mama B called me back after she got my email. I told her what was expected and how I just really wanted to get out of here. I admit I was panicking. I just couldn't take being in another crazy situation alone or on the road driving from work or something. She told me she would call Paul and talk to him. Then I felt bad for even emailing her. At the time it seemed like the right thing to do.
That night I got to work and they had changed the forecast and said that hurricane Irene was down graded to a tropical storm but there would still be a chance of flash flooding and power outages. It was better but not much. Saturday morning I went to work and my afternoon canceled so I wasn't feeling great and asked if I could just block that off and leave when I was done with morning clients. Thankfully my manager understood and agreed. I got home just as the winds were picking up. We eventually lost power but it came back on about 4 hours later which was very lucky since they were saying that the power could be out for a week to two weeks depending. At one point we went out the front door to see what was going on and the air smelled so fresh full of ions. It was electrifying. While the power was out we sat at the kitchen table opened the blinds to watch the winds in the backyard and played Uno while this crazy 60's,70's radio station played John Denver and disco and drank beer. I needed something to take the edge off. Lola was stoned to the bone with this flower remedy for anxiety for people but you can use on pets too. She was totally content. So with everyone adequately sedated we waited out the storm and this morning woke up with minimal damage. Just a few limbs on the ground and a garbage can down. Not a big deal compared to some. It has been quite the week. I think Mother Nature is trying to tell us something, maybe she is just trying to wake us up and tell us to smell the ionized air and realize she is a force to be reckoned with and you are not in control; she is.
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