#possbilities

It is easy to be preoccupied with the desire for more. Sometimes I am so consumed by the longing for “more” that I become overwhelmed, feel hopeless and want to just sit still. The way out of this defeating place is consistent gratitude work.

 Meditating with the mantra, “I am grateful” works well to shift from thoughts of lack and longing to a feeling or power and possibilities. 

Waking each morning and making a list of the things you are grateful for also works to shift your focus to who you are and your personal power to create all that you desire. 

I am grateful for: 

Love

Now

Prayer

the Possibilities

My personal power

Grace 

Hugs and Kisses

Family and friends who are like family

My tribe

Health

Revelations

[Not canon!]

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“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing else we can do.  The damage was too extensive.”   She heard noises, saw the Anchorite’s lips moving, but she couldn’t comprehend the words.  They made no sense.  Veriinya lay on the table, her face relaxed, at peace; untouched by the blood that covered the rest of her body and the team of healers that had worked so frantically to save her life.

“NO!”  The shriek of denial and pain was from someone else.  Someone tried to grasp her arm but she was past them, her hooves skidding on the slick surface of the stone floor, sliding in blood and other things best left unexamined; things that should have safely been inside her sister’s body. 

“VERIINYA!”  She was sobbing, she couldn’t breathe, Veri’s body lay slack beneath her fingers.   This was her fault.  Hers.  If she hadn’t gone through the damnable Portal, Veri would have never come after her, would have never been on that mountainside, would have never taken an Iron Horde blade to the gut.  She clutched at the body; the Auchenai.  That priestess Veri was fond of.  She could help.  She could…  Her thoughts were splintered, sharp like glass and stabbing at her mind. 

A familiar deep rumble sounded behind her, strong arms taking her from behind, scooping her up like she was a child.  “There’s nothing left to do, love.”  

She kicked and screamed, struggling against his grip, the strength of her grief such that Arkturas had a difficult time holding on.  “NO! I can’t leave her!”  There was supposed to be time.  Time for the two of them to forge a friendship, to rediscover their family bond.   Veriinya was supposed to stand with her when she and Arkturas married, supposed to find her own love and they would be a family, a real family.

Voices swirled around her, heard but not understood.  Careful, don’t let her kick you!  Can you hold her still—OW!  Let me…

A hand pressed against her brow, and then there was nothing.  No pain, no grief… no awareness.  She sunk into deep darkness, sagging in her lover’s arms. 

“It would be best if she stayed here for a few days, Harbinger.   We can keep her sedated.  Otherwise she might harm herself.”

  When she finally woke, Arkturas was there; gentle and reassuring.  But a light had gone out; a warm presence Keialaar had always taken for granted was gone.  And try as she might, nothing could fill the void Veriinya had left in her heart.