 Here's something I learned the hard way… when you move, tell your animals what is happening. If you know what your future space will look like, send them pictures of it with your mind.
Back when I moved with my highly anxious dog, her name was Red, I did none of these things. Big mistake. I made an anxious dog even more anxious because we moved from space where she felt relatively safe, to a space she did not know. To make matters worse, I also disposed of her favorite couch. So now, not only was she triggered because she didn't know this new space, but her favorite thing was missing. When I asked an animal communicator to connect with her (this was before I was an animal communicator myself) Red told her that she felt disrespected and ignored because I had not taken her wishes into consideration; in fact she was very depressed and upset by the whole situation. Mea Culpa. I should have known to inform her of what was happening, particularly because she was so anxious. The Animal Communicator helped me work with Red to repair the broken trust between us. Honestly just having someone listen to her grievances went along way to healing the relationship; that and some EFT healed her depression over the move and made her a bit more comfortable in her new home. I am so grateful that someone was available to help me repair this relatioship.
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 I’m wanting to track all I accomplished this weekend:
 The other day I was walking behind a couple and their German Shepard. This dog was young-ish and a bit… exuberant… on the lead, and was not sitting as they stopped for a stop light. The woman who was with the dog snapped, she had had enough: “Why do you always make everything about YOU?!” she yelled at the dog in full view of everyone walking down the street.
I've had insomnia for YEARS. You know what you don't tell someone who is in her fifties (or even 40's) and has insomnia? You don't tell her to "turn off screens 30 minutes before bed" or "make your room dark". Duh. I'm not 26 years old FFS.
Sigh. Yes, that was a mild rant. I took OTC counter sleep medications for about 3 years and then was able to finally (finally!) stop using them. It was 2019 and I took an extra long weekend over the 4th of July. I slept maybe 2 hours might initially. My room was dark, and cool. I didn't use screens two hours before bed, I didn't watch TV, and I didn't listen to disharmonious music. And yet, only two hours a night of sleep. But it was OK, I didn't have to work or commute. But then the long weekend ended and I still wasn't sleeping. Do you know how many "The Cat Who..." books Lillian Jackson Braun wrote? Well I do, because I read every damn one of them whiling away the time, trying to fall asleep. 28. There are 28 books in "The Cat Who..." mystery series featuring former journalist James Qwilleran and his cats Yum Yum and Koko. After college I worked at Border's stocking mystery books, among which were "The Cat Who" books. Gawd, By the end of my tenure there, I loathed those books, but 25 years later? An effing life saver. Reading is how I have always helped myself fall asleep. and I finally managed to start sleeping well around the end of December, thank to Lilliam Jackson Braun, James Qwilleran, and marijuana. Then... March 2020. All bets were off. Stress. Anxiety. I went back on the sleep meds. Now , a year later I am once again weening myself off of them. This year's late night reads? The Montague and Strong Case Files series by Orlando Sanchez. Great literature? Nope. But, God love him there are 12 books in the series all available through Kindle Unlimited, and they are thoroughly readable and enjoyable. So I spend my nights with Monty and Simon (as they are known), and am beginning to see the sleep at the end of the perpetual wakefulness tunnel. |
AuthorHi. My name is Ann Lally and I'm a 25 year practicing intuitive. I help people deepen their relationships with their animals. 
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