Oh the best laid plans…you know the end of that quote.  I had all these plans to get so much writing done on my time off!  Blog posts queued up, WIP work, but darn reality anyway, threw me for a huge loop.

On the 19th, I woke up early to blood spattered all over the downstairs.  No kidding.  It wasn’t exactly a bloodbath, but someone had a big problem.  My 13 year-old male kitty, Jasper, had a ruptured abscess.

I know, ick!  He’d given no sign of having any issues, so it was a complete surprise to me.  I had a crisis and a meltdown.  I thought it was something way worse and I was convinced I was going to have to put him to sleep.  I cried a lot, then my brain kicked back into gear and I was able to get Jasper a little more cleaned up and a better idea of what was going on.  By the time Hub got home from work to help me get him to the vet’s, I had stopped crying hysterically calmed down, and figured out that maybe it wasn’t as bad as I had originally thought.  Note to self:  It’s better to think things through before going straight to “He’s gonna die!”

Kitty came home from the vet’s that night, and I said many grateful prayers while I watched over him.  He was pretty weak the first couple days, and it’s a good thing I did have time off.  He wouldn’t eat or drink on his own.  He would drink water if I gave it to him in sips from a syringe.  He nibbled delicately at the baby food that I presented to him on a spoon, but would turn his head away after a bare half-teaspoonful.  Which meant I was spending an awful lot of time on the floor of my bathroom to keep him hydrated and fed.

Sleeping is what he's best at.
Sleeping is what he’s best at.

Now we’re in the home stretch, and he is well on his way to a full recovery.  Yay!  Stitches come out Wednesday and my two weeks of keeping Jasper isolated from the rest of the animals can finally end.  His brother, Sage stands outside and paws at the door, missing his wrassling buddy.  Sister Magic, on the other hand, has appropriated Jasper’s favorite sleeping spot in his absence.  It will be good to finally be able to get things back to quasi-normal.

Then, it was the holidays.  Meh.  I just was not that into them this year, the commercialism seemed overdone and tacky.  I wasn’t even sure I would put up a tree, I was in such a bah humbug mood.  But Jasper on the mend seemed like the best present I could ask for, and I began to feel a bit more celebratory.  So when Hub put up the tree on the 20th, I put up the ornaments.

I did end up decorating the tree once Hub put it up.
I did end up decorating the tree once Hub put it up.  Can you find Han Solo and Gene Simmons?

Then, there was visiting with the grandkids.  Let’s just say, I never knew how much fun it was to run and scream and race through the house wielding an inflatable sword while chasing down a three year-old.  It got better when youngest grandson would abruptly slide to a halt and reverse course to dash after me, screaming just as loud.  I let him catch me and beat me up with his own inflatable weapon… a mallet with who on it?  Thor of course!  Joy!  I haven’t had so much fun since I was a kid!  Writing anything was a distant second to running and playing with small children I haven’t seen in months.

But what about that Mayan Apocalypse?  Big Nothing? Or…?

Oh Mayan Apocalypse, you were hyped and feared, but where were you?  No asteroid slammed into the Earth, no massive pole shift rearranged the continents and, to my utter disappointment, no aliens appeared in the skies above.  Worst of all, NO zombies!  So what was it all about?

It doesn’t matter what everyone else said.  In short, the Mayans said this was the end of one age and the start of another.  Sure other ages had ended in cataclysms, but this one was different.  This one was about a spiritual change.  You can read about it yourself, in this interview with a Mayan Elder.

There were lots and lots of expectations and predictions about this date.  What was I expecting to happen though?  Nothing so Earth-shattering.  But I wanted to observe the solstice and the galactic alignment as a sacred day, so I took the 21st off.  (And I wanted to be home, just in case there were zombies!)

The winter solstice is a time of rebirth, renewal and sparking the sacred fire of creativity, and I treated it as such.  I did a little something that day of everything I want to achieve in the coming year; writing, gardening, eating better and exercising, taking better care of myself and opening myself to greater spiritual growth.

It worked.  I felt the shift within, and I felt my meditations, my awareness step up to a new level.  I felt that influx of energy from the universe and knew that everything I wanted was within my reach.  More, I realized that the only one holding me back was…me.

I’m not saying I’m suddenly this perfectly aligned, spiritual being.  Ha!  The one thing about this date that got left out of all the hype:  December 21st marked the shift, the end of one age and the start of the next.  It was never about instant enlightenment or instant change, but about one cycle ending and another one beginning.  ‘Beginning’ being the operative word in that sentence.  We are at the very start of something wonderful, but all change comes with a measure of chaos and upheaval.  This next cycle is about raising our consciousness, about tapping into all those wonderful abilities that are latent or sporadic and bringing them fully to fruition.   We have a very long way to go, but I feel confident we can all get there.

I found this meme making the rounds on Facebook:


I take great joy and hope from watching old, outdated systems of thought and behavior die away to be replaced gradually with ones involving more humane treatment of our ecosystems and ourselves, greater awareness of Spirit, and greater realization of just how powerful we really are.

How did it go for you?

11 Responses

  1. Thank you for posting this. I wanted to correct everyone who kept posting that the Mayans were wrong and I had to stop myself. I haven’t had the time to do a post on it myself so I’m so glad you did. I actually watch the elder’s interview over a month ago so I know what is said. I saw so really great stuff regarding the change back in June or July. I find it humorous how the masses all jumped on the belief that the Mayans predicted the end of the world when it just isn’t so.

    I’m glad you had time off with your kitty and that he’s on the mend. Poor baby. What a scary thing to have happen. I almost didn’t decorate our tree, but it happened last minute like yours and it felt good when it finally did. Glad you decided to liven up your place. I smiled when I read you had a mini Thor running around. Every home needs a Thor. 😀 Hope 2013 brings amazing things your way Serena.

    1. I had to laugh at all the jokes about ‘where was the apocalypse?’ The ones who got it, well, got it, right? You know what I mean. 🙂 It was kind of frustrating at first to have had all these elaborate plans just sort of crumble and get rearranged, but then once I relaxed and started going with the flow, everything smoothed out again and I still got the things I wanted to done.

      Thank you, Debra. A very happy New Year to you and yours as well. I wish you all the prosperity and abundance 2013 has to offer.

  2. you just wrote the story of my holiday – without the cat problem. poor baby. I chased grandchildren, entertained family and enjoyed the time off. I am looking forward to 2013 and am off to watch the interview with the elder. thanks for posting the link, Serena.

    1. I’m glad you didn’t have the pet stress and that you had time off. I’m not sure how work schedules are in Canada, but health care here in the U.S always ramps up at the end of the year because everyone’s met their deductibles, now the visit is ‘free’ and so everyone is jamming for appointments. Time off was much needed. Happy New Year, Louise!

  3. Glad your baby is okay! And I am glad you found your Christmas spirit! I was never expecting an apocalypse but I thought SOMETHING might happen. It did…it will become more apparent as time goes on. Nice post. Many blessings to you in 2013.

  4. I love the painting behind the tree. It looks familiar.
    I wasn’t feeling at all Christmassy this year but I have done a lot of writing the past few days, something that usually gets forgotten about this time of year, despite the fact I’m off work for 2 weeks. Glad Jasper is on the mend and here’s to a wonderful 2013.

    1. Yay for getting lots of writing done. I haven’t done lots but I have done enough to make me feel like I’m keeping myself on my author path. Thank you, Emma, and a very happy New Year to you too!

  5. Poor kitty! I’m so glad it wasn’t something truly horrible. Still, that would’ve sent me into a mild state of shock as well. I loved the bit about you running screaming through the house. So much fun! Being attacked by Thor isn’t too bad, either.

    I’m so with you on the apocalypse thing. I always saw it as a rebirth of sorts, not the end of the world. There are just too darn many naysayers and doomsday peeps out there. Unfortunately, they are the ones who need a bit of spiritual tweaking, but are too busy running around like goofballs to know it.

    I hope 2013 is everything you want it to be ~ more writing, deeper spiritual understanding, time at home for yourself. Blessings to you, my friend.

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