A few nights ago, I woke up suddenly, looked at the clock and it was 4:11. I know when experiences happen like this to make me notice numbers, I look up their meaning. It’s a sign- a message from our heavenly helpers.
I’ve been going through this transition lately in my life. I’m finally accepting that I am now in my Senior years. I am trying to re-adjust my sails, take things more slowly, be more cautious and mindful.
Here’s the symbolism of the number 411.
So, now is my chapter in life to not so much experience things and learn from them as to share my core wisdom that I’ve accumulated through my personal life experiences. I need to connect more and lend my listening ear. I need to show that I care. So much of my life I’ve had to learn things on my own and there were many, many times that I felt so alone. Nobody seemed to want to listen to me, respect my opinion or be that soft place to fall. I was taught at an early age to not cry and if I had to cry go somewhere else to do it. I remember so vividly as a child sitting in my bedroom with the door shut and crying. All I longed for was to have someone to hold me and make me feel safe and loved. I never want anyone to feel that they don’t matter or that they don’t have a shoulder to cry on.
So, yes, this is my time in life to show the world that I care, have compassion and to be that soft place to fall if needed.
So be it.
Sincerely the Crone
