Market day👳🏻‍♀️

I can’t say I look forward to it… the early morning out the door. Confronting the crowds, not long after rising from my bed.

On the surface… like everything, it’s one thing… underneath another.

Everything is energy. And as an energy sensitive person… it’s a lot to take on.

On the surface… all those wonderfully fresh organic products… such a treat. The blueberry stall does a smashing trade. I’ve been eating a lot of them.

The fresh real/true free range eggs… the home made bread, yummy fresh croissants. The banana’s, best I’ve tasted. The banana king we have in these parts.

The coffee guy busy as always… I don’t drink it, but it always smells good.

Ahh the roses… freshly picked… yes, if on a budget flowers are a special treat. But so important to have around… they remind us of the magickal beauty that Mother Nature provides. You get to breathe it in right up close.

The baby brussel sprouts… what a treat they are. They often take me back to my London days… fresh out of Oz as an (unknowingly) innocent and sensitively vulnerable beautiful young girl. London… downtown Chelsea in the late sixties… what a production it was.

The market… it comes round quick. The familiar faces, both traders, acquaintances and friends. It’s the Northern Rivers, Byron Shire… so it holds that kind of vibe as well.

Seven years of keeping company (often close up and personal) with these folk… not long out of bed. Queuing at stalls. People close by… often intruding into my energy field. Was interesting through the pandemic… well, multi viruses still spread their wings.

Then there’s the roads… sigh. I don’t need to drive too far, but still enough to be reminded of the head space (or lack of) us humans carry around. Everything shows on the road. Mostly in a hurry. Wanting to get somewhere faster. Even through signs pleading for us to slow down… as we pass through koala home spaces.

But people have more important things to do it seems.

I don’t allow disillusionment to hang around too long. It hits me in the heart, when it’s close. But I quickly move on. Life’s too short.

But sure… life on planet Earth is paining right now. Imbiciles with mighty weapons, power and money. Playing god. Yeah it swells anger inside me… and also powerlessness. I wish I could do something about it. And commenting on social media… what’s the point?

So I do my best to recalibrate my nervous system… my wounded heart. My speechless voice.

I choose my life… I try… to live life consciously. It’s not always easy. I forget. Thankfully I have great guides around me that keep reminding me. Man, am I grateful for that.

So… whether the macro or the micro… the imbecile and maniacs killing and slaughtering life (the pinnacle of darkness). Or the impatient drivers on the road, unconsciousness spreading its nasty tentacles.

Market day is exhausting… for us sensitive souls.

Oh… I forgot about the parking… now that’s a trip.

Yes, all tiny things… in comparison to some.

But they all hold the same seed.

Hope your day feeds you with inspiration, love and hope.

Marilyn🌺🐸🌺