In Tatters

I knelt at His feet in the utter mess I’d made. My struggle to succeed was stark. No one had ever seen me so disheveled…in such embarrassing circumstances. As He cleaned me up for the second time two minutes, I looked up to meet His steady gaze and tried to gauge his reaction. Disgust at another disastrous, completely unimpressive act of service? Frustrated at my inability to get it together? Sadistically amused at another ridiculous unglamorous predicament I’d once again found myself in? I knew he was taking in every fucking minute detail of the wreck before Him and squirreling it away in the vault of His mind, but what did He feel? His stoic expression offered me no hint. Without comment He stood firm in front of me. Fuckin unwavering. He hadn’t walked away. He hadn’t stepped back. I swear He may have even leaned in. As soon as I’d semi-collected myself, I began my third attempt even as I tried in vain to push the remaining proof of my ineptitude out of view, hoping it would simply

A Return from Service

April brought an overwhelming and instinctual call to service.  Not the romantic kind.  Nor the sexy or kinky kind.  The deep rooted Vanilla Family kind.  With a single phone call, my view of the short term future shifted dramatically.  I did my best to honor significant service commitments (UPRISE!) already in motion and paused everything else, especially those I had been considering.  My horizon line immediately became how best to navigate a family need within the constraints impacting the world at large.  I had to be there.  Everything else was a very distant second.

I trust the Universe to guide my path and place me where I am supposed to be.  Even with a myriad of ever moving issues, never before has timing worked out so smoothly or precisely.  Once I gave up the worry and fight to wrestle down the logic of everything, I simply surrendered to the currents at hand, and my path was cleared almost effortlessly to get me where I needed to be when I needed to be there.

Despite the serious nature of the road, every curve held MANY blessings.  After the initial surgery, treatments were minimal as were the side effects, and the prognosis was extremely favorable.  Yesterday morning after iced coffee and delicious chocolate on chocolate donuts, we hugged tightly both grateful for the other, and I waved goodbye to a smiling face full of relief at the joy of heading back to resume regular life.  My service is complete, and I am immensely grateful for having been able to be a small supportive part of this journey.  It was an honor, privilege, and blessing to serve in this moment.  

Now it's time to focus on my own transition.  I've spent much of my time since May in my little hometown by the lake - two long trips that fed me deeply in unexpected ways.  The first allowed me time, space, and a change of scenery and energy to decompress after a 14 month game of hide and seek with COVID in NYC.  This second trip has allowed me time and opportunity to realign my intentions toward positive directions and personal growth.  I read.  I listened.  I held still and breathed deeply.  I pondered the inspirations to my soul and spirit that as always weave intricately within WIITWD.  

I recognize the taste, smell, vibration of transformation and evolution.  I don't know where my next steps will lead, but my faith in the Universe's plan has only grown stronger.  I've surrender to Its current and trust that I will be better, wiser, and more at peace in the places It takes me.

Profound thanks to all of those who have continued to keep a close eye on me the last five months.  I value your friendships and shared energy so fucking much!!!  You have kept me steady and grounded even from afar, and I look forward to connecting with you all in various ways SOON.

Many, many blessings to you all on this fat, bright Full Moon!
~DominaKat

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