Saturday – A Sip of Flava

Sitting here in my tower window, coffee in hand, thinking about what it’s like to be an empath at 65.

I’ve known for a long time that something was different about how I move through the world — how I maneuver among family and friends. I feel people’s energy. I feel the energy of spaces. I’ve always been drawn to nature, to water, to old wood furniture that carries stories in its grain.

Lately, I’ve been feeling people’s energy from a distance. I can’t always put words to it — I just know something is happening.

One person lost her grandpa, just two months after her grandma passed.

Another is in the middle of hard shifts at work.

Another had a loved one who was dying… and then passed.

These things arrive quietly, but they land heavy.

What’s different now is this:

I’m better at protecting my energy.

I’m more aware of who feels safe to connect with when I need to reach out.

And when I sense energy that isn’t mine to carry — I acknowledge it… and I let it go.

That’s growth.

That’s wisdom earned, not learned.

Are you an empath?

How does it affect you?

Pull up a chair.

Let’s sip some coffee together. ☕️

Lady Flava