Saying good-bye to trauma

Three years ago we had our head-on collision. Right before our accident, our car finally showed up on a moving truck from BC. The first time we went on the highway with it I said to my husband, "I finally feel a little better now. In this car, I feel comfortable. Something that is familiar. A piece of home."

Then, it was gone. So were my hopes and dreams of our life here. I tried. For a year, I pretended like I could make do here. I even started a blog to making my house feel like a home. But it wasn't the truth. There is no energy in lies. Our beginning was also our ending. Since then we have been suspended in limbo.

In magick, the number three is very powerful. It symbolizes the end of a cycle. I couldn't ask for more. I do not want anymore reminders. I don't want to think about the bruised ribs, chest, my black knees, my husband being on a stretcher. I want it done. I need to say good-bye to this trauma.

One way I have tried to do so is transform the energy of this day. I just put up a contest on my foodie site  and amazingly, my prize of $500 worth of cookbooks showed up today. Perhaps the energy is already transforming?

I know I have been miserable. I am filled with anger all the time. I am done feeling like a victim. A new cycle is starting and hopefully a new and happier life for me and my husband.

May the Universe take away the pain of this horrible day and wipe the slate clean. I don't want it anymore.

Blessed be.