Energy!

Oh, my goodness, I have energy.

And I feel light and without worries.

And crazy thought chatter hasn’t been able to pierce my magic golden bubble for three days straight.

I wonder if it’s the 1500-2000 mg of Omega-3 fish oil I’ve been taking (doubled my original dose after reading more about trials for depression/anxiety).

I wonder if it’s the super duper liquid vitamin mineral stuff Sylvain and I now take daily?

I wonder if it’s the longer days and increased doses of SUNLIGHT?

I wonder if it’s the teachings of Jon Kabat-Zinn sinking in?

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Sylvain and Sister K are getting angel messages. At first I was a little bit jealous, I wanted angel messages, too. But then I realized that I was getting the message as loudly, even if I wasn’t there in person.

Sylvain’s first one was the other morning when he saw the little girl with bright yellow shoes skipping. Then today–a day when extra stresses and pressures at work were pushing his OCD tendencies over the top–he saw something out of the ordinary. A rattling sound was coming from the street when he was returning from his morning coffee date with his buddy. He looked around and saw a “normal looking” man riding a bicycle and pulling a little red wagon behind the bike. Inside the red wagon was a bright and shiny red toy fire truck.

On the deck tonight I asked him, “do you think maybe the angels are trying to tell you something?”

First the little girl skipping in yellow shoes, now the man taking his firetruck for a ride around the block.

Sylvain mentioned how very much he misses his uncle M, who passed away about a year and a half ago.

“Was he a playful person?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“If your uncle M WERE trying to tell you something, what do you think it might be?” I asked.

I sure know what those two encounters say to me loud and clear.