Promoted

If last spring here was especially long and cold, this one is early and hot. I keep thinking my garden should be farther along, but this is only because it feels like last year's July. Everyone is predicting a really hot summer.

Those are the sweet peas in back, which just started flowering, green and yellow peppers are to the right of the peas. Cucumber is just taking of in the ammo planter with the peas, along with one corn stalk. Those are heirloom carrots in front of the vegetable planter, mixed with some still small lettuce. At the end of the carrots is broccoli, in front and behind the carrots is cauliflower. I planted a bush bean and a pea seed in the middle, and these I marked. There is something else growing right in the middle in a row, and I can't remember what it is, different carrots or weeds? I'm still waiting to see.

Thursday morning I went to work late so I could drop off my painting for the IWS show at BSU. This meant I had the morning to enjoy the Catalpa starting to bloom and posing from Mr. Squirrel,

These shots are with a long lens inside the house and Mr. Squirrel still never took his eyes off of me.

These are one of Sarah's lilacs, which smell great, and I am always amazed at how pretty they are now compared to how bare they are in winter,

After a really difficult two weeks, I finally found out I got that promotion yesterday. There were three openings and they hired six people, one transfer and two internal promotions. I have a feeling the six will be reduced to the three at some point, which makes me feel not so special. I doesn't matter, soon I get to do something more interesting and get paid enough more to get by a little easier.

The difficult week was not just about trying to work while wondering if I would be promoted and worrying what would happen if I did not, I keep getting cornered into telling people something they do not want to hear, being perceived as something I am not, and being taken for granted. It feels like the energy of dramatic change, but to what? As pleased as I am with the promotion, I know it has nothing to do with my life's purpose, which seems to be more about helping others heal. Most people are terrified of healing, it is easier to stay in the fear that is familiar, and this week I have been really missing a teacher or guide and feeling very alone.

The bright spot is that I met a woman who told me about Journey of Souls by Michael Newton. It had a tremendous positive influence on her, so I bought it and started reading. It is case studies on subject's reports about the spirit world while under hypnotism. A few years ago I would have dismissed the book as New Age silliness, but today it rings with truth to me. I'm finding it fascinating.

I am off for a long overdue haircut with a new hairdresser. I'm not sure what happened with the old one, but for me it is part of the being taken for granted theme I mentioned.