Last night, or more specifically at 3:36am EST this morning, was the Full Moon in Leo, which only lasted for an hour until 4:39am when the moon went into Virgo.
I, weirdo that I am, wanted to be awake between 3 and 3:30 so I would be awake for that small window.
This, I knew, wouldn’t be a problem. My internal clock is pretty darned reliable. At that moment, I looked at the clock (and it’s still mid afternoon at this point) and took note of the time and set an intention in my mind to be awake for the Full Moon in Leo at 3:36am.
As the evening wore on, I was actually oddly excited about being awake and meditatively receptive when the Moon underwent Her changes.
Then the thought struck me;
My internal CLOCK is in good running condition. It wakes me up every morning. I fail to rise often, however, simply because being drowsy and warm in my bed is far more inviting. I hope I’m able to be awake enough that I don’t talk myself out of this at 3:30. I hope I don’t just note the time and roll over going directly back to sleep, never having remembered WANTING to awaken.
These worries stalked the corners of my mind for the rest of the night.
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Back in the beginning of January, we installed a wood stove in the sun room. I lovingly refer to my bedroom as “The East Wing” because basically the whole east end of the house is the master’s suite. The sun room has a private entrance from my room.
Since we’ve begun keeping a small amount of wood stacked neatly in the sun room, we’ve noticed there are more bugs in the house. Ladybugs, “stink bugs”, and ants mostly. I think they hitch a ride in, inside the wood, and wake up when they warm up.
We’ve decided to start keeping wood outside and very close by instead of INSIDE.
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3:06 am* Exactly 30 minutes before “show time” last night, also known as this morning.
The covers fly from my body. The bed shakes, and quivers. A bright light bursts through the darkness, blinding me save for the array of blue and green orbs of shock that float behind my eyelids.
“What the hell are you DOING?!” I ask, not hiding my irritation at the rude awakening.
“There’s a bug of some sort in the DAMN BED!” Mike shrieks! (yeah, shrieks. He’s kind of a bitch about bugs of any kind in his bed where he’s naked)
So, all the blankets came off, and he shook them all out, and looked the bed over. Then he scowled at me in not a very nice way when I pointed out that the bug he was looking for most likely had wings, and would probably not be found on the floor where he was currently on his hands and knees, looking.
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I was not only awakened in the correct time frame, but I was given inspiration to get out of, and away from my bed. I was up for the entire hour in Leo, and then some. It was perfectly executed.
Dear Universe,
Real subtle. Kind of amusing. Thanks for always responding to me.
I Love You Too~
El
