Listening to the universe

If you’ve been around the community for a time you have likely heard me refer to myself as a workaholic. You may also have heard mention of my Sagittarius stellium that is always driving me forward and lending it;s fire to those big ideas I’m always having. 

Since the Winter I have slowed down a lot. Still creating, still dreaming, but finding myself less motivated, less driven. 
And maybe that’s good. 
As you know it was a rough winter. And honestly I was burnt out and have been feeling more depressed than I’d like to admit. 

After the retreat two weeks ago though I felt better. A LOT better. I felt like I reconnected to myself, to source to my magic. And I was feeling pretty enthusiastic about the Summer and my practice and possibilities that I could start to see once more. 

Then two days ago, during a quick jaunt across the street for lemons from my neighbors tree, I stepped on a sidewalk crack and shit slowed waaaaaay down. 
The old and sturdy magnolia that has her roots dug deep and wide had cracked and lifted the sidewalk, that old magnolia that held a delightful crows nest this year and is always rattling it’s heavy leaves in the wind, that old magnolia sent me a message. 

My foot twisted and I felt a pop and I stumbled into a telephone pole where I smashed lemons into my chest before hobbling back across the street uncertain of the damage done but knowing it was bad. 

A few hours, an ER trip and an xray later I was getting a big ass splint added to my foot for the break AND sprain that occurred. The one that left swelling that looked like someone shoved half a softball under my skin. 

Multiple people have said to me since “The universe is telling you to slow down”. And maybe it is (I’m pretty sure it is). Slow down. Take inventory. Regroup. The universe tells me to slow down often. I don’t tend to listen for long. 

But  now, now I am listening. 
As an added bonus as I was trying to wrangle my hyper dogs from my crutches today my watch broke. 

I didn’t notice at first. But a couple hours later when I c=glanced down I realized the watch had stopped and the button on the side that adjusts the time (it’s analogue) was broken off. 

So if a busted foot wasn’t enough, my watch is now done too. 
“Hey there Universe, I’m listening!” 
So I scheduled the rest of my clients this week from home (I’m just saying no to the 24 stairs at my office), I’m letting my husband care for me, I’m elevating my foot as much as I can and spending a fair amount of time focusing on my breathing and trying to calm my frustration. 
And due to not quite enough sign ups I’m postponing the start of the new Priestess Path cohort until late August.

I’m trying to feel into the ways that this message is a gift. I’m practicing patience. And I’m watching for signs. 

I’m listening Universe. I’m listening. 

When was the last time the universe asked you to listen? What did it say?

(Also are you reading any good books? Apparently I’m going to be sitting still for awhile)

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