Yesterday was a perfect summer day. Hot enough to sweat, but not so hot that it was impossible to walk. The sky was a fabulous, ever changing panorama of cumulus clouds floating across an impossibly blue sky. There was a little bit of a breeze, just enough to keep me from ducking into an air conditioned space. It was so good to be outdoors with the birds, the breeze and those angelic clouds.
There's a lot going on right now in and around Washington DC, in and around me. There was a crash on the Metro a few days ago that killed several people. Nothing like that has happened in the thirty years the subway has been operating. It's shocking and sad. The crash occurred along a strip of track that's above ground, between Union Station and Takoma Park. It's a very creepy part of DC, haunted yet soulless. I've thought many a time about doing a healing shamanic soul retrieval dance right there, close to the Metro tracks, but somehow I never got around to what would no doubt be an extremely daunting task. If you could feel how creepy it is there (and you can feel it palpably from inside the Metro train), you'd understand why I always put that idea on the back burner.
It isn't just the crash that's got me creeped out. I feel that some big portal has opened. Things like Metro trains and people like that pilot who died mid-flight, like my friend Gordon who died so suddenly, are slipping through, moving onwards and upwards. Anyone could disappear through that portal at any second. At least it feels that way to me.
Beause I was a bit spooked, my feet lead me finally to Union Station, a place I find unbelievably cleansing and healing. It's a wonderful, beautiful station full of life. There are goings but also comings, a lot of to but also a lot of fro. It's a place of lively balance that always sets me straight when I'm in a mood.
The Fourth of July holiday is right around the corner, so there are also many many many many many many tourists coming and going. Ordinarily I do not appreciate their presence in "my" city, but this week with all the weird energy, I have been happy to see big crowds everywhere, dressed in matching t-shirts, carrying their huge water bottles and snapping pics.
As for the open portal, I wonder, God, if you could please close it gently sometime sooner rather than later, maybe right after Jake passes away. OK? Thanks, dear, and love.
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Oh- that last part made me cry.
I sense your uneasiness from here,Reya. Creepy alright. Big hugs, love and light to you and the area.
I'm glad you finally got a respite from all that rain and soaked up some of the sun's healing rays.
Loved that cloud. Funny you should say that about the Station. I was there twice and both times, I met fascinating people there.
Hope the energy smooths out for you, Reya. Sometimes, when you're really open to everything that goes in, out, around and through you, it all gets to be a bit much.
Good thoughts to you from Graulhet.
I heard about the crash. We were in DC two years ago.
I don't like it when I get odd feelings about something or someone ...
By the way, I got your rain ...
Reya, it's the cumulus clouds, the heavy atmosphere, the impeding rain. Plus, your town is always under the spotlights, dizzy with attention. The crash didn't help.
You need a vacation. Come west, to quiet places, green spaces. We could meet in Eugene, go to the coast.
Me, too, Mary and thanks for the light Natalie!
Rosaria, you are so right! I've been thinking the same thing. My plan is to spend several days in Eugene in August. My sister lives there, so it's always a great destination. I'll let you know when. Would LOVE to meet!
I love Union Station too.
Much more gracious than Penn Station here.
When we were last in DC, we stayed at a hotel near Union Station.
Don't be too hard on those of us who wish we lived in DC, but can only visit. :)
You're right, Merle. I can't blame anyone who wants to visit this beautiful city. But it's hard to share the nation's capital with the rest of the nation. Sorry to be so selfish.
Yes, I think lakeviewer is right...time for space and quiet and the inevitable re-birth which occurs after time spent in peaceful solitude or, indeed, with friends like the lovely Rosaria.
You are so remarkable, Reya. The way in which you evoke the very essence of a place is astonishing. It must be the magic in you. I could feel, even see, the spooky place between Union Station and Takoma Park of which you spoke.
And, of course, your perfect summer day with those plump angelic clouds, the gentle breeze and the soft symphony of bird song.
I forgot about the first part when I read the last part. I thought that Jake was doing good. Never try to put him into the portal until it is his time. It will open again when it is supposed to for jake.
And this might be why you are suffering all this uneaseiness Try to channel Grandpa and see what he says to do. He is one smart guy. Stay away from the place that makes you uneasy, only go there if necessary.
God bless, my prayers are with you now.
Tessa, yes! The clouds are plump. What a perfect adjective.
Mrsupole, Grandpa told me that Jake is done with this body and this lifetime. I made the appointment for next Tuesday, had a long talk with the vet who agreed with Grandpa completely. Jake is ready; he has been ready. I'm taking this week to get ready.
It's a big rite of passage for both Jake and me. I'm very well supported from all around me. For the rest of this week my job is to keep breathing. I'm doing it. Thanks for your kind thoughts, Mrsupole.
Love your slide show of the station - so appropriate for how you feel about it. DC happens to be my favourite city, having lived there in the 60s, raised two children in Montessori and attended art courses at the Corcoran. Those Kennedy years were very exhiliarating.
Your photo of the gorgeous sky has been such a rarity these past few months, and seeing it makes me realize how much I've missed it. The clouds and rain just won't lift here. They say maybe this weekend a bit of a sunny change. We'll see. Hoping for many sunny changes, for all.
What was that incident back in the 1980s when there was some weird Metro thing right about the same time as that airline crash into the Potomac off the north end of National (before it was Reagan) near the 14th Street Bridge? Don't remember the details anymore, just that there was an incident that was noteworthy that day.
Come on the walk we take on my blog, Reya, if you want to find your inner peace again.
I did what you are prepared to do with Jake, with my former dog, Zeus. It was good as he was ready. But it is a time in which you cannot be at ease. Don`t expect it from yourself.
Come on the walk we take on my blog, Reya, if you want to find your inner peace again.
I did what you are prepared to do with Jake, with my former dog, Zeus. It was good as he was ready. But it is a time in which you cannot be at ease. Don`t expect it from yourself.
Excuse me, must have pressed twice. You see how it also makes me shake, just thinking back?
My thoughts are with you, Reya. Blessings and light coming from the West...
What a lovely, touching post. I am so glad I popped over from Natalie's blog. I'd love to come back again. If you don't mind I'll add you to my blog role.
What a gorgeous cloud! It almost looks like it's spreading out hands to scoop up that house!
Ah, Reya. So you made the decision, did you? Bless Jake's heart. I feel so sad for you knowing just what you are going through. It's so hard. But if Grandpa told you it was time, then it must be so. I'll be thinking about you both.
Those car reflection photos will seem empty without Jake in them, tugging at his lead & ready to get on with his walk. :(
If you need to take your mind off it for a few minutes I have more baby bear photos up. Might cheer you up ...
XXOO
My grandfather once found a knife in Union Station, back in the bad old days of the 1950s-60s. He brought it home, which horrified my grandmother. But I agree -- these days it seems like a very positive place with good energy.
The portals ARE open. The veil...thinner now. Just because you go through the portal doesn't mean you are gone. Jake will be right here next to us. We only have to shift the cells a little, soften the focus and we can see that simultaneous realm. My heart is already in my throat though. Goodbyes are so hard.
hey reya, clouds, portals and a golden puppy all deliquescing one into another. becoming, being, departing, returning.
i love clouds - they are so majestic and beautiful and yet if i were to pass my hand through one i would feel nothing but little water droplets.
portals - i've been through a few, i've felt them coming, felt my entry into them, looked around and flowed out the other side. different. not better or worse. different. like a hand covered in water droplets.
golden puppies. dogs. i have loved dogs all my life - i don't have a dog now but those i have had entered my life like a person. there's goodness about them. there's unconditional devotion - from me to them and then from them to me. it's really good love at its best.
and like children, they choose us. for what they can give to help us move along so that they too can move along.
and the cloud, the portal, jake are all going to move along. so we can move along,.
have a peaceful day! steven
I remember Union Station from 1981 when I lived here briefly. I arrived and left from DC via the train. It was soooo scary then, dark and creepy, no retail to speak of, lots of pigeons and of course pigeon poo everywhere.
My my how things have changed!
it is weird what's going on...strange accidents, sudden departures...among them 2 American icons dying on the same day...strange...and those clouds emerging out of those buildings...reminds me a bit of Ghostbusters! What's next?
peace from minnesota
Tom - Who is the other icon? Michael Jackson is a world-wide icon. Was.
I'm going to write about it tomorrow. I think my post title will be "Who said it first?"
RIP Michael.
Farrah Fawcett also passed today.
Such a strange day. Please close the portal soon!!
It's not up to me! Start praying, y'all! And put some protective energy around yourselves, with a light heart and lots of humor. Yes? I say yes. Yes.
Try a sprig of fresh rosemary - very protective. Put it by your front door.
What a weird day.
there are so many ways to think of life and death. the portal is a comforting image. i have such a hard time with where we go after death and I was raised to believe we go to heaven or hell. i just am not sure. i liked having the faith of a child. one thing i do believe, however...all dogs go to heaven.
Tom when I took that pic, I was thinking Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
California Girl? You are going straight to heaven, whatever that means for you, whether angels with wings and harps, or a perfect beach, or a fabulous party or something else. And your knee will be fine there. I promise. Believe me.
Whatever I could say to help, please hear. I don't know, Reya. Something I can do? I think your cloud looks like a snoopy happy dance airplane.
throwing rose petals and roses and all things light and beautiful with due respect at your feet reya....you have insight, INSIGHT. with respect and LOVE LOVE LOVE xxx j
After this posting came the news of Farrah and Michael Jackson. Hmmm....
You are connected. Or rather in tune as I suppose we are all connected.
We're all feeling it. I've practiced naming what I'm sensing for a long time. i called it this time. Next time I might not be able to.
The portal is still open. May it close gently and pretty quickly.
Love the sky and the cumulus cloud just kind of hanging out, like sky candy.
I love Union Station. It's a great place to watch people
Reya, there are always things going on in the universe that we have no control over. Our best defence is to keep kind thoughts, have patience and douse ourselves and friends with white light. If in doubt at any time contact your spirit guides or your angels, and talk to them about it.
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