I was reading through my journal today. Once in a while I like to look back at what I wrote because it reminds me of how far I’ve come. Sometimes, like tonight I’ll even make connections that I wasn’t aware of before.
May 8th, 2018 I wrote “I feel compelled to write a few things; past lives, bring four roses to the cemetary, and fear that I will never be good enough for my parents”.
At the time I wondered why I would bring 4 roses to the cemetary. My grandpa had passed away six weeks before, and he was buried with his son (my uncle) and another uncle of mine was also buried closeby. But unless my math is failing me, that’s only 3.
Fast forward to May 24th, 2018. Two weeks later and my aunt passes away. She will be buried with her late husband, my uncle.
Not long after that, with a heavy heart, I brought those 4 roses.
Inner knowing? Psychic awareness? Intuition? Messages from Angels? Synchronicity? Whatever it is, it’s alive and well over here. ❤🌙