A Little Thing
Ribbons and Earplugs
I awakened this morning to look at the pretty little ribbons a friend uses to wrap up her cookies and sweets with. They hang on my bookcase. I’d asked her where she got them, because I wanted some for my future craftwork. She told me she gets them from Joann’s. I’d have to go online for them, and when I did there wasn’t anything offered even close to the quality of the ribbons she uses. There is always so much available in store front businesses than makes it to the online stores. Sales and deals that come up that never have a chance in hell online. So, that particular search was a bust.
As I was playing with them idly before I got up it occurred to me to look at Temu.com where I have a basket filled with stuff to see if they might sell ribbons. As I’m thinking about the fair amount of time I would likely spend on Temu searching for the perfect ribbons, a thought from Spirit popped into my head.
It was like a jellybean that got tossed into the bowl of other jellybeans that held my attention. The word was earplugs. Last night, late just before we were going to bed Dennis showed me his box of earplugs. There were two pair left and he asked me to buy him some more. I said sure, but that I’d do it in the morning with the silent request to myself that I not forget.
To awaken this morning with not a full thought but the word earplugs to come rolling into my mind. It was awesome. I’ve already put them in the Amazon basket. I don’t know if a regular person would be able to understand what happened to me.
The word was there. Seth was not. Nobody else in Spirit was there. It was this extraordinary word that came to me. Something to remember because I love my husband. Something that doesn’t mean as much to me as it does to him, but something I needed to remember. In the old days I would have written it on a post-it note the night before and stuck it to my monitor or the bathroom mirror to remember.
Why this incident deserves a place in the things I talk about is that it was so different from the channeling I usually experience with Spirit. I am a channel just as I am a writer where if Spirit has something to say they just say it. Whole sentences. Thoughts. Conversations. Or sometimes hugs. Sometimes it is just these invisible arms that hold me, I can feel a pressure at my side, on my back and the hand that hangs off of the other side, embracing me. These are quick actions. I don’t go around all day with somebody in Spirit at my side, but I always know they are there.
So, this was different. It was just the simple word: earplugs. Don’t you wish you could have that? It’s not hard, but you do have to share your space with Spirit. You have to pretend at first because it is like a change in the temperature by only a degree you’d likely not even notice. We’re just not always that sensitive anymore.
I wish you happiness in 2024. I wish you sensitivity. I wish you blessings from your own loved ones who have passed on and from your own Spirit Guides whether you’ve met them or not.