Kissing Angels by Moonlight
I’ve decided that it’s easier to communicate with spirit and the angels than it is with my husband and my children. Angels and Spirit will always communicate with us in a manner that is gentle and kind, and most importantly they will always tell us the truth.
Then there is our family. Those wonderful people that we spend our lives with… The folks who know us, the peeps that we spend all of our waking moments with and even our sleeping moments for some. Then why is it so difficult at times to have meaningful and worthwhile conversations with them? I feel like I’m pulling teeth when I’m trying to get my husband to have a normal conversation with me…
You know the conversation, “Hey Honey, I’m home, how was your day? How are you doing? I love you…” You would think I was the enemy, the enemy that we are not allowed to tell our trade secrets too…I didn’t realize that going to the pub after work was such a guarded event. I have recently been privy to knowing the foreign language that is used to confuse us (the enemy known as the wives). The events were known as the “Safety Meetings”. Having cracked the code I feel it is my responsibility to share with other wife’s, “Safety Meetings” and “Need to help ‘So&So’ with his car” (the word car in this sentence may also be replaced with lawnmower, truck, boat, trailer, hunting gear, just to name a few of the more frequently used words). This is the code word or line given to us for “Beers at the local sports bar.” Who’d have guessed?
My only goal at this time is to just understand why they feel the need to protect from us this thing known as “guy time” or as some man circles describe it as “out with the boys.”
The funny thing is, I can only speak for myself, but I love my me time, sharing coffee with the girls or the quiet peaceful relaxed feeling that encompasses the home when the guys have gone hunting for the weekend. No alarm clocks to remind us that it’s time to go “do guy stuff”, no stinky socks to permiate the house, the childrens laughter as they play tag and other noisy chasing games through the house not being interrupted by the male yelp of “SSSssshhhh….I’m trying to hear the game”. That one confuses me the most because as soon as the remote is in hand and the channel on the tv switches to ESPN sounds of snoring can be heard at decimals louder then a jet plane flying over the house …. You get the idea.
I can’t forget there are the children who feel the need to blurt out “I didn’t do it!” or “Brother did it!” when they hear their named being called out.
So with that being said I am looking forward to my “meditation time” where I can sit in a room and contemplate my journey, my life’s path. Asking my guides and angels for answers to life’s questions. I’m still waiting to hear the answer though as to why the husband doesn’t like to talk about anything other than sports….
Namaste
