Friday Eve

     Metaphorically, of course. It's mine, anyway. Thank goodness I need a break. This GI shit ramped up again Friday and Monday and honestly it's so exhausting. I think it's because Paula did a cord cleansing on me last Wednesday - we decided to meet every two weeks on Wednesday. She's a rock star in Reiki, something a lot of people think is silly and on the fringe. Working with her, just twice, has been earth shattering. I've never vibrated before, or dropped into different dimensions, or met teachers (three so far) and NONE of this has any drug enhancement just after work before yoga (I'm trying to go back but it's soooo hard). She recommended a Reiki book I've yet to read - Hands of Light maybe? It was published in 1978 and was recommended by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross who I worshipped in college when I learned about her so that's promising. One book instead of twenty. Cecelia is not the only one who tends to bite off more than she can chew.

    I'm talking to my sister again! Which makes me happy, and seems like her too, so we will see how that goes. Cord cleansing was a big help. - my first. Baby steps with Sara. Mom turns 75 next month so we are planning a low key surprise gift and all the sibs and spouses are involved, and Gkids. Dad's in Atlanta with Mike and Sara getting new cardiology consults. He has had a rough road lately and I pray the tides are turning for a bit of longevity. It's certainly in the Nestrud lineage - I have Great Aunts and Uncles that lived until their late 90's and I think my Polish Mother will probably outlive me.

    Lots of new exciting developments at work lately that are too soon to share. Change is afoot. Not much more to say here - booked dinners and massages for Eureka so planning a lazy fun weekend after getting Cecelia settled. It's getting more and more necessary to do that ahead of time - I guess it's growing. I'm used to procrastinating until the ride up; that doesn't work anymore since the pandemic. Got massages at the Basin for the first time in a long while. Staying in Zelda's room at Cliff Cottages - also a first - it seems a bit more private so I'm excited to check it out and let loose. I assume it's named after F. Scott Fitzgerald's wife - I guess I will find out when I get there can't be too many Zelda's in the world. Maybe she was an author too - haven't read her. Another woman squashed in time by a successful husband. Maybe. I know their lives ended pretty poorly. Who knows. Happy Tuesday, much love, Elizabeth.