Tusli Calls, Stops in.
The grief keeps coming.
Today it hurts, is trapped deep in lungs and heart space… locked in, in concrete… heavy, old, dried out and compacted. The sweet waters fly past but do not penetrate here… or only barely.
Tulsi and I have had some encounters, brief things. I grew her once in my garden. She did well. I did not have the heart then to harvest her. I just watched her grow up from a seed I got from a friend.. I know she is revered, sacred in her home culture. It felt too forward to harvest her.
Today she grabbed my eye in a bulk foods aisle yesterday. I thought to myself “I need to buy some of that to try. Perhaps a tea or edible?”
Money - an unintentional (for me) 3rd party to this relationship = complexification…
I have long thought money dumb, pointless. But then I met Money a while back in a meditative state. And he was a helper in a way. He talked a little too much, only voice, playing interpreter to at least one other party…there may have been more but that was all Money told me about. Someone called “Kip” or “Keep”… I had the sense that this Money was a soul, and so therefore something worth deeper relationship. Which is a whole work in progress. I’ve got a lot of money blocks from personal through back some 400 years of ancestral trauma.
So now he’s here with Me and Tulsi… and Tulsi seems to have no quarrel with him. So its probably me that needs the Change…
Now I’m sipping Tulsi tea, and feeling her explore me, a "house tour" so to speak. She’s getting to know my transmission. Tusli will be here to help loosen the belt around my heart. brighten my eyes, improve inner clarity, and more. There will be dreams too. That is my favorite way to build relationships. But also it's very human centric. I'm stuck in my ways. Perhaps she can teach me flexibility. She's highly adaptable.