Two "take-in" appointments today. One with the therapist Roi made an appointment with. I could see that she wasn't sure she could help us. I could see that what she saw was as bad as I think it is.
Then the dentist. Through this whole mess my health insurance has been spotty, and I haven't been to the dentist in three years as a result. Things are in bad shape, and my dental coverage is limited. It won't cover the root canal I'm going to need or the three other fillings.
The Universe keeps sending me the same message, and I am listening.
I can feel that my mind is "preparing the ground" to leave, to clean up this mess, to heal, and to put it behind me. To disentangle, to find my voice and use it. I'm a little impatient that the "action" part isn't quite there yet. I want to feel motivated to start packing boxes, look for a little place, work to save the money, and look for another job, but it isn't there yet.
And yet I know that the inner work that's happening, a force all its own, is indeed preparing the ground, and I trust it.