Once we get through the weekend I’m looking forward to hopefully getting back into a more normal routine. Last weekend and the entire summer was such a whirlwind, and I’m still kind of lingering in the after effects of everything, but I know that life does not slow down simply because something big just happened. The laundry room is still full of clothes and the freezer full of meals to be cooked. The extra gifts are still in our room.

In just the little I’ve worked with individual clients it’s interesting to me how the next step or thing in life will almost naturally appear. As they attune to the path they are on and start to hear more clearly the still small voice that is speaking to them, there is less confusion and more hope and peace. I am not the voice and I cannot hear what the voice is telling them. I can only help them to know it is there and ask what it is saying.

When I asked myself what the voice is saying it is something along the lines of “keep going”. Relationships come to mind that I still am needing to work on. Another week must pass by before I am able to continue with counting hours. Tests will be taken and classes attended. Kids will run races. I feel I’ve grown to be a patient person yet find it still hard to wait. I’m getting more comfortable with being still in the inbetween times.