Light at the End of the Tunnel

So maybe possibly we are seeing light at the end of this very long tunnel. Today (Or rather yesterday since it's 1 a.m.) we went to see the housing department. We had gotten a notice that we are on the top of the list for housing. The problem is when DH and I separated last year in January, the help we thought I'd have backed out. Leaving me very pregnant and unable to properly clear and clean the house. We also didn't have that months rent. So we have a very unhappy landlord. I did the best I could given the circumstances. And we explained that to the lady we met with. She said she'd take those things into consideration, but no promises.

Before our interview with the housing association, I charged an amethyst. I kept the stone in my hand throughout the interview and held hands with DH with the stone in our palms so to include his energy too. It's just a little witchy thing I do when I'm hoping for an outcome. I kept focusing as best I could on my own home. How I'd decorate it when I got the chance. Having my own kitchen again. My own living room. My own bedroom. The kids bedrooms. etc.. I find that if I think of small things it helps me to focus.

I don't know what will come of it. Seems like we've been waiting forever. Almost a year in fact. But I do feel we are close to moving past this lull in progress.

In the next few days I need to find the time to do a ritual with the stone. That will be difficult to find the time. But I think right now it's a must do. And before the week is out too because I know I'll not find a moments privacy during the weekend.

So that's it for now. I hope everyone had a wonderful Tuesday! And enjoy tomorrow (or rather today). My days are all mixed up since I stay awake so late.

A message of hope

This is an older meditation I had actually done awhile back. But its a good reminder.

This morning I woke up in a very bad mood. My theme sentence for the day was going to be "I don't wanna". So I lit my candle, burned my sage, and turned on my favorite morning meditation. Excuse me if I do not spell it right. Its a native American morning song I've posted on here before. Its words are Win de ya ho.

Anyway, as I was meditating I was introduced to a goddess of hope. She wasn't all that clear to me. But she was beautiful with dark hair and a loving nature. A nurturer by heart. She was feeding the poor and unhealthy. She showed me people who were in despair. She was spreading hope.

Here is the message for today. When your dreams are shattered, there is always hope. Hopes and dreams sound synonymous, but they are not. Dreams are your goals you are fairly certain are attainable, however high you set them. Hope is when that goal is too high even for you to believe it will happen.

But there are miracles, and there is hope. Don't give up. When intellectually you are certain life has kicked you one too many times, rely on hope to pick you back up.

Blessed Be.

SWC