Loving comfort flowed in today as I looked after an elderly furry lady at the start of my dog daycare service. Her Mum called first thing and suggested we spend some time together, so when she comes to stay with me for longer it feels familiar to her. A great idea, so at lunchtime, after a gentle potter round the garden, she came and sat on my lap in the front room and we watched the world go by the window. I stroked her and we chatted about nothing important. We went back to my office and she settled into her bed and I did some work. She was so deeply fast asleep when home time came around, that I carried her out to her Mum.
A treasured friend who lives overseas and I have been emailing back and forth and she jokingly said that she didn’t want a reading, as she preferred not to know. I agree with her and it’s a subject I have pondered on. I call the sessions of support and comfort I offer ‘readings’ because that is how they are known. It gives them a skewed perception though, as I don’t do fortune-telling or predictions. We all have free will and there are many expectations, fears and desires attached to outcomes. Our choices in the here and now certainly craft the lives we go on to live, yet there are so many other variables in the mix. Not least of all, others’ choices.
My feeling is to shy away from pinning contentment on a future event happening. It’s like I’m voting my peace of mind away to a future time and it takes me out of the present moment. I don’t like it, so I don’t want to do it to anyone else.
My sessions with those who reach out for comfort and reassurance are rooted in the ‘here and now’. How emotional patterns are playing out for them, agendas of others in their circle are having an impact and circumstances out of their control, are all aspects that come through.
There are always choices on how we react and how we can settle ourselves when things get upset in our lives, especially in our current times. I channel different perspectives and views and they are geared to the present moment and wrapped in loving comfort.
Just like sitting and stroking a lovely dog as we watch the world go by.
When my furry buddy returned home I made a cup of tea and as I turned I saw the pear jar on top of my fridge. My Mum gifted it to me and shared the story of how her Great Granny, Granny and then herself, had all poached pears in it.
Loving comfort passed through the generations.