Hump Day Inspiration

Sometimes getting over the hump is harder than we think

Each Wednesday, I try to share a little inspiration to get you through the week.

Wednesday is commonly known as ‘hump day.’ It is called hump day because, when you get to Wednesday, your week is half over and you have gotten over the ‘hump.’

Lately it has felt energetically that we just can’t get over the hump.

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We had been under the impression that when the year of the Fire Horse started, back on February 17, we would instantly feel better. For me, I felt better for a day or two, then I seemed to slip backwards a little. I just couldn’t get through the mud.

a person trying to pull a horse through mud

Then the next event happened. On March 3^rd, we had a full moon lunar eclipse. Surely we would start feeling better then. That day came and went, and once again, there was a noticeable shift, but then after a day or two, that all-too-familiar backwards slide.

On March 10. Jupiter went direct. Surely now, things will start moving forward.

Once again, a bit of a shift. But the anticipated and highly hoped-for surge of forward momentum still seemed a bit slow moving.

Well, Mercury is retrograde, we say. When Mercury goes direct, surely we will feel better. (This is coming this Friday!) We can only hope that come Friday, we will feel better.

We also have the spring equinox and the beginning of the season of Aries.

Will things finally start to shift? Will we finally feel better?

We are all tired. We have been doing all the stuff.

Meditating.

Declaring out into the Universe our intentions.

Anticipating a positive shift.

It is easy to get a bit discouraged when things you are hoping for or believing seem slow in arriving.

This week, I would like to share an excerpt from my book, NO STRINGS ATTACHED, that relates the story of my dad’s passing in 2014. No, it is not necessarily a sad story. It fits with the narrative that sometimes you do everything you believe to the be the right thing, but at some point you just have to surrender to the Highest Good, whatever that is.

In 2014, my dad was 85. He had lived seven years past my mom’s passing. In the years after her passing he had thrived. His health had improved. He walked almost every day religiously. He was a master at commanding storms to move out of the area in Florida where he resided. He used this principle with great success. He believed he could speak to almost any circumstance and it would change - and, most of the time, it did.

One day, he slipped and fell in my sister’s kitchen and hit his head. He was rushed to the hospital and my sister called me in Virginia suggesting I make the trip to Florida. It was pretty bad.

On the way there, a song came on the radio. I believe it was a popular song at the time by Celine Dion. I had heard the song many times. This time I heard a few words differently than I had in the past. She sang about seeing the light.

I had to pull off the road for a minute and regain my composure, because I knew my dad was nearing the time when he would, in fact, see the Light.

When I arrived, he was in and out of consciousness. He had internal bleeding in his brain so they could not determine if he had suffered a stroke, or just slipped and fallen accidentally. Either way, they said he may or may not regain consciousness.

At some point, his pastor showed up. This man was also a man of faith. He stood at my father’s bedside and commanded him to rise up and walk, in much the same manner as Jesus did in some stories in the Bible.

I admit, this angered me.

I believe my dad, despite not being consciously aware as far as we know of what was going on, could hear the words his pastor spoke. In his soul, I believe he wanted to wake up.

However, I took a different approach this time. He was eighty-five. He had lived a good life. I thought maybe we should leave it up to him to decide.

My dad often recounted how he and my mother ended up together.

When my dad was young, he was a bit of a chick magnet. He had multiple girls interested in him, but he only wanted the one that God had picked out for him.

He told me he went to God in prayer to ask him about a wife, and received this message back.

“Don’t come to me asking me about this woman or that woman. Come to me with empty hands and an empty heart and I will give you what is best.”

Soon after that, he and mom began dating and ended up together until her death, just shy of fifty years later.

After the pastor left, I went to Dad’s bedside and reminded him of this story.

I told him I was not going to agree with the pastor and command him to rise up and be healed. I was coming to him with empty hands and an empty heart and telling him that whatever he decided was okay with me. My sister and I loved him, and wanted for him whatever he wanted.

It took him about two weeks, but eventually he made the choice to go to the Light.

After he died, the pastor was distraught. He called me, someone he barely knew, and cried to me that his prayers had gone unanswered and his faith was shattered.

I related to him the story I retell here and let him know that dad made his choice. He lived a good life and was happy on the other side, and we needed to honor that.

It’s important to understand that yes, we are creators. We are Divine Beings living a human existence.

With our words and our intentions, we can create shifts in our lives that benefit ourselves and others.

But we also have to understand that sometimes it doesn’t seem to work.

Sometimes events happen out of the blue that we didn’t see coming.

There is nothing we can do to alter these events.

No amount of prayer or speaking to the storms of life will always alter the outcome.

And that is okay.

There is no benefit in shaming ourselves or others because of a flawed belief that we do not have enough faith to make something in our life change.

This story reminds me of watching one of my grandson’s favorite shows on PBS kids. (Odd Squad) This show is extremely valuable in teaching kids math while making it fun. I am not sure how this came about, but one kid asked another kid how to find love, and the other kid said, “You don’t find love. Love finds you.”

Sometimes, all of the signs seem to be pointing in one direction, and when you follow the signs, you end up somewhere you did not anticipate.

Maybe that was the point.

I shared a couple of weeks ago a vision I had back in 2019 that seemed to be relevant to us today around the time of the ring of fire eclipse. In this vision, I walked through a ring of fire. When I came out on the other side, I initially thought I was okay. Soon I began to notice that my body was turning into ash and falling to the ground. After I completely disintegrated into the ground, new sprouts of growth began to emerge from the ashes.

It feels like maybe that is what is happening.

Is it only personal to me or all we all transforming?

Maybe the new version of ourselves is still forthcoming.

Maybe we haven’t completely dissolved into the ground yet.

Maybe this entire year is all about how our lives are completely disintegrating, and the new growth will come after everything we have based our identity on completely disappears.

We can try to cup the ashes of our lives in our hands and hold on to what is going away, or we can surrender to the process, however long and arduous and life-shattering.

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At some point, we will begin to emerge a new version of ourselves. We may not recognize ourselves at first. We may have to relearn how to navigate life.

Long-held beliefs and identities may be burning up in the fire of this year.

Eventually we will birth a new version of ourselves, both personally and collectively.

We knew that March was going to be transformative. In numerology, the 3rd month of March added to the 10 for 2026 (2+0+2+6) told us that the number 13 was significant. In the Tarot, the thirteenth card is the Death card.

Due to the war, death has visited us. Here in the US, the death toll has been miniscule in comparison to the lives lost in Iran. But tell that to the ones grieving. To the person who has lost someone, that one life meant something.

It is time for us to awaken to the truth that our version of reality may not be what we thought. Someone we love may be gone, or they may not be who we thought they were. Our leaders may not be who we thought they were. Our belief system may not be what we thought. There may need to be a shift in perception.

When I had my first dark night of the soul, it came about because I suddenly realized that the ideology I had wrapped my identity around was flawed. I was not a sinner in need of a savior. I was not born in ‘sin.’ I was acceptable and accepted, not because I said some prayer, but because I was a Divine soul who happened to be living inside a human body.

It took me many years to shed the shame wrapped around the belief that I was born flawed. This belief still holds millions captive.

I do believe that the way certain sects of Christianity are intricately involved in political decisions will serve as a catalyst for a huge spiritual awakening. It does not take a lot of brain cells to realize that the Jesus of love would not want us to kill each other.

So how do we navigate these huge shifts?

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Breathe in love. Breathe love out into your body, your loved ones, and the world.

Be kind when you can.

Defend those who can’t speak or defend themselves.

Be love.

Love those you agree with and those you don’t.

Acknowledge that we all have different viewpoints, but if love is our rule, then we can disagree without having to attack one another.

Surrender to the need for things to turn out the way you think they should.

Allow others the freedom to make their own choices, unless those choices are causing harm.

I recently learned that in India, Saturn is known as the planet of karma.

Karma is not punishment. It is consequences.

If you sow love, you will reap love.

If you sow hate, you will reap the same.

Look and see where Saturn is in your chart and then look at your life and see what is appearing in your life.

I am not an astrologer, but I like to keep up on the planetary aspects, not because I am surrendering my life over to the planets or because I believe that what happens to me is something I have no control over. But instead, so I can know what areas of life I should focus on and maybe work on some things.

Astrology, numerology, Tarot, and other systems of divination do not take away your power. They are like guideposts, making suggestions for things that you should be aware of.

It is like your GPS saying, “there is debris in the road ahead,” so you can maybe avoid running over that debris and wrecking your car or getting a flat tire.

Right now, I think the astrology is saying that despite us wanting to drive at 70 miles an hour, currently the speed limit is 40 due to road construction, and there may be a detour ahead.

Eventually the road construction will be complete and we will be moving forward unencumbered.

Unless we ignore the warnings and wreck our cars.

Last weekend my daughter, my granddaughter, and I took a weekend trip to the beach. Despite the GPS rerouting us several times, it still took us six and a half hours to take a trip that normally takes about four hours.

We listened to the GPS. But at some point, everyone going to the beach had to cross the same bridge. We all ended up sitting sitting in traffic for hours despite what the GPS told us.

That is what life is.

We want to believe that things are going to get better.

Eventually we have to decide to be at peace whether we are sitting a mile from the bridge for hours or whether life is moving forward as we desire. Eventually we will get to our destination.

Thanks for tuning into my weekly pep talk.

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