More on the grasshopper issue.  Three times the word JUMP has come into my consciousness this week. First someone sent me a hilarious version of David Lee Roth singing van Halen’s “Jump” bluegrass style. Then came Paul Anka’s version.  Oh gods, the horror.  And then yesterday morning a car in front of me at a stop light had a vanity plate that simply said “Jump.” And suddenly I realized that this was just another version of the grasshopper theme.  Jump, Jump, Jump.

The last time I Jumped I left a terribly abusive job the day that I flew to France for three weeks to visit family for Christmas.  I just couldn’t bear to come back knowing I would have to go there one more day.  I had no job to come home to at all.  I Jumped and the Universe provided. Not only did the unemployment office grant my benefit claim based on a voluntary quit from an abusive job almost immediately but I got my dream job, the one I went back to school for at 40, within 5 weeks of my return from France. 

It was a very positive experience.  And now, the universe is sending out very pointed signs to me instucting me to do the Jump thing again.  I’m not entirely sure where I’m supposed to make this leap but since the signs have been so pronounced I suspect it will become very clear very soon.

This weekend was interesting.  Saturday was the Birth Creation Story workshop and I felt like all my chakra’s were wide open. I was having a hard time grounding and felt extremely scattered.  So scattered in fact that I went home before the ritual.  I just felt that I am still in the private processing part of this and really didn’t feel like opening up wide in a public ritual.  One of my friends thought I should go ahead and that it would be good for me, but I know what I need and what I needed was privacy.  I wasn’t feeling bad or icky or sad or depressed.  I just felt that I needed some alone time. 

The Ex was so wonderfully understanding so we found himan alternate ride home so that he could stay for the ritual and I could go home.  It was just what I needed too because I was in bed by 10 and must have instantly fallen asleep because when he came in at 1-ish I awoke and had no recollection of even laying there with my head on the pillow. I fell asleep immediately upon The Ex’s head hitting the pillow. He said I did a lot of puppy twitching in my sleep and I certainly did have a slew of strange dreams.  We awoke at 9 and I still took a nap in the afternoon.  I can only imagine the shape I would have been in if I had stayed for the rit.  I had obviously taken in enough and felt enough emotion that I was just exhausted.  But I do feel great today.

Sunday morning we went to a friend’s house because she was having a moving sale and selling tarot, statues, pictures and the like.  Most was gone as this was the second day of the sale but I found a couple things I’m pleased with.  The Ex actually found the first thing, a Cernunnos pendant in the style from the Gundesrup Cauldron.  Yeah, I wanted one for my altar, well a statue really, but this will do for now.  I have also been keeping my eye out for a Jesus/Jeshua statue.  While I am not a christian, not at all in any way, I do love his message and he is one of the gods I revere.  Mary Magdalene is one of the Goddesses I revere.  And what did my friend have? But a statue of Jesus and Mary M together as a loving couple.  MINE.  OMG.  That just totally made me The Happy.

So there they stand on my altar, next to the stags and Hekate and her black dog and antlers and crystal balls and the like.  And they look just lovely.  Makes me very smiley.  Who knew anyone made such a pagan image of them together?  That someone would create them as the loving married couple they still are? Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Have a lovely week y’all.  Me, I’m looking forward to Friday at 5 when my 9 day vacation begins.  9 days of projects and naps and sleeping in and staying up late and puttering in my little house by the woods. What a great way to start the week with that joy coming.