Support. Friends that share my posts, that share my blog, and keep me writing and going when I want to slam dance my laptop. I promise I am still writing my book, I just… it is so hard. When I opened Craughing back up on Facebook and had to remake the page on TikTok I did not expect it to be so hard to gain traction again, so your help and kind words mean the world to me. And thank you readers that keep messaging and saying how my words help or resonate with you! Your support rocks my face off more than I will ever be able to find words for. Thank you, sincerely, thank you. (I’m not crying okay, geesh)

My Gifts. This is something I do not talk about often, and rarely put on blast here… but I have been cut open raw this week, so why not go for the ultimate blood sacrifice? This week’s theme has been “Fuck it, why not?” My spiritual gifts began really coming in around age seven. Sure there were hints before then, but my “oh, shit this is happening” moment(s) started at seven. Beyond that of hypervigilance due to my upbringing, I began understanding time differently, and began seeing people beyond their masks (a terrible gift if you ask me). I could see hurt in people that they couldn’t even name themselves. This has been my downfall SO many times, because it means I always expect more from people. I can see the root cause of pain, the path to release that pain, and I am left screaming “WHY IN THE FUCK WON’T YOU HEAL THIS!?” Add in my clearing and quantum healing abilities and I tend to pressure people when they are not ready to face themselves and then I am left feeling like I need the healing. Vicious fucking cycle. So, knowing that is what I do, and am doing rocks because, I can stop. I can step back. I can let people heal and grow and make mistakes on their own terms. I can watch spiritual gaslighting happen in communities and know that this too becomes a process to the authentic self. I can chose to shut the fuck up and that rocks my face off.

The Animals. As in the ones that live in my house, not the band. That would be weird though, right? Nico Harper turned SEVENTEEN on Wednesday! Can you believe it? I’m not going to say more than that because I think I have cried enough this morning already. (Still, everyone should experience the love of a soul dog once in their life). It has been the biggest honor to have him by my side the last 15 years. And I can’t name him without giving thanks for his trusty side kick Josie. The hell these dogs and I have been through together is amazing, but being able to give them a peaceful quiet life the last 8 years has been so rewarding. That rocks my face off.

People that read this blog post: Reflections and reposts Rock my face off super big time!!

And because this has been a long one, I’m gonna wrap it up. Here is this weeks short list of things that rocked my face off this past week, in no order what so ever (yes, besides the coffee).

Coffee (always and forever, amen), being vulnerable, clean clothes, a warm big ass bed, cat purrs, music, the fall of our society as we know it, being able to fight and aim, knowing the gut-wrenching pain of burying a partner and also having someone try and destroy my soul so nothing can actually ever hurt me like people believe, telehealth doctor appoints because fuck what this weather does to metal in the back, knowing that I am safe, having food!, warm water, being able to color my hair like a GD professional, people that are authentic and can communicate even when they don’t think the other person will like what they have to say, and YOU dear reader, for being here, for showing up and for sticking around.

All love. All ways. Always.

Craughing Girl.