Soul Food-There IS a Rainbow in the Storm/Why Taking the High Road Pays Off

Soul Food-There IS a Rainbow in the Storm/Why Taking the High Road Pays Off

  It’s challenging to say the least when life comes down hard on you, and you look up to the Heavens and ask WHY GOD/ WHY ME? However, there is some truth to the cliché “there’s a rainbow in every storm.” Most of the time, we’re too busy rehearsing our lines “woe is me” in our drama play This Is My Life. I’ve got Pluto/Moon conjunct in the 5th house of my natal (birth) chart. Let me spell it out for you, that is CRISIS, DRAMA, INTENSITY, and deep transformation – dealing with the mother (Moon) & children (5th house). 

Not to confuse you with too much astrological lingo. but transiting Jupiter has been in my 12th house (hospitals, behind the scenes) squaring my natal Sun. Transiting Uranus (change agent) & Mars (action, the head, inflammations) in the 1st, both, have been opposing my Saturn (bones, teeth, structure). The rainbow in all of this is the New Moon, which happened Thursday and did transit through my 4th (home/family) making a nice aspect to Jupiter (benefic, fortunate).

Most of you know the reason I moved back to Ohio, was for ONE reason & ONE reason only, my granddaughter Rosie. Well, God had other plans! The day after I signed the lease on my rental home in Lakewood and contacted the utilities, I was told there was a balance due of $3000. + This was the third time identity theft had come up for me, twice in California and now again after I moved back to Ohio. I knew who it was, my oldest had stolen my identity, and was running the country while getting hooked on heroin. I had helped her go through detox and rehab, and to get her daughter (Rosie) back, while I was in Cali. I never brought up the identity theft, she’s my firstborn, I’ve never stopped loving her, and “she’s clean and sober now” I said to myself.

Now, (2016) I’ve traveled across the country, uprooted my life once again, and moved back to Ohio, for that little girl. This time, I couldn’t sweep it under the rug. I tried to talk to her about it, through phone calls, letters, and cards, and even showed up at her door to talk this through and work it out. She (my oldest) was the one who asked me to move back to Ohio in the first place “I don’t know why you don’t move back to Ohio, Rosie loves you so much and she would really love it if you moved back?!”

Rosie was five at the time, now she’s going on twelve! I saw her for about fifteen minutes as soon as I crossed the Ohio border I went straight to their house. The rest is a nightmare, I wish I’d wake up from. It’s been six years now since I’ve seen her. I let it go, prayed a million times, lit a million candles, and did a million releasing/forgiveness rituals. After a couple of years, I buried the pain, and life went on. My grandson, from the same daughter, is turning 28, he also joined the let’s hate Nanna Starr bandwagon. That nearly put me on a bridge, but I let that go, and life went on. 

In the above scenario I always took the high road, in fact when my grandson sent a message on my FB messenger spewing all these Godawful things to me paragraph after paragraph, I shut down the messenger after the first three words, and never read it, nor did I respond or ever bring it up again! Taking the high road isn’t easy! However, taking the high road pays off! It may be in this lifetime, it may be in the next lifetime, but the timing is up to God.

My grandson contacted me about a year ago through email, and said “I wouldn’t blame you if you never spoke to me again, or if you never wanted to hear from me, I understand!” I was just curious if you would look at my chart. I responded, “yes I still have your birth information” (I was there with my daughter during his birth for about 36 hours). I emailed him his information, never mentioned the incident, never mentioned my daughter, and never mentioned Rosie. (I didn’t charge him, nor did I have any intention of charging him). He sent me a donation through my website anyway.

This past week, cleaning out my files I came across another chart I had done for him before I owned a computer, it was probably as old as he is now. I emailed him and let him know I found it, and I could drop it off wherever he is living now, or he could swing by and pick it up. He came over on Sunday, I went over teaching him a lot of things about his chart, so he could learn on his own, and we had a sweet wonderful 2-hour visit. I never mentioned my oldest daughter (his mother) nor did I mention Rosie, my granddaughter, his sister. I kept the conversation to Astrology. When he left we hugged, he told me he loved me, and if I ever needed him for anything please don’t hesitate to call him. As I write this, I have tears in my eyes.

It’s never too late, it’s God’s time, and as long as we always take the high road, it does pay off. I’m not holding my breath to see Rosie or my daughter, but I’m not ruling it out either. Miracles DO happen.

The reason I share this story is two-fold; I’ve had a lot of mini-crisis in the last couple of months, repeated health issues, the claustrophobic-panic anxiety attack at the RV (for my relaxing camping weekend-lol), and a recent ER visit for a molar tooth that was excruciatingly painful, I was in tears, and at my wits end!

Through all those crises, and pain, that two-hour healing visit with my grandson shows me (and you) YES, God IS listening! It’s just HIS timing, not yours!

Blessings & Much Gratitude,

My grandson with my youngest daughter Shayna –

(taken probably the year 2000)