As I refine what I'm looking for here in Seattle, I'm preparing to move yet again. This time to a "mini-ashram", a house of an acquaintance whom I've always felt drawn to. She's well steeped in Eastern mysticism and her house looks and feels like a pocket of India. I think living immersed in that energy will go a long way toward evening out the peaks and valleys I've been experiencing lately.
I'm writing this at 2:30am, sitting cross-legged on a pallet I just made on the floor. I seem to be on India time lately and not sleeping at night. I was tossing and turning and had a sudden craving to sleep on the floor tonight. It feels better down here, for some reason.
There's no denying there have been fundamental changes in me since my journey. The layers upon layers of minutiae that are necessary to function in the West are piling on and my soul is crying out when it gets too smothered. Being open to the balancing act and ebb and flow is quite an interesting journey in itself.
I'm noticing deep changes in the way I move within groups of people in social situations. Situations that previously would have had me in my head, engaged in internal dialog around fitting in, are now effortless and fun and I'm totally relaxed and confident. I perceive no risk whatsoever, when before I would have been very constrained. It's fascinating to observe and quite gratifying.
I'm feeling totally in the flow again and have manifested my desires powerfully over the last few days. It's good to note that Tiruvannamalai isn't the only place where I can do that. Work projects are flowing to me and I'm feeling confident and capable. I sense that my plans to return to India for longer periods of time are sound and will happen. I also foresee adventures in various places in North, Central and South America as well as Europe.
I got a valuable lesson in manifestation last week. When fear is what I'm focusing on, that is what is manifested. The Universe is impartial, it doesn't give a rip what we ask for, it just delivers. I dished up a heaping helping of fear and misery last week and thankfully, with the support of highly conscious friends, turned it around quickly. Good lesson, that was.
I see a new paradigm forming in the new economy and I like it. I see people engaging in practices that feed them, while simultaneously teaching others how to do it and getting paid for it. That's a win/win if I ever saw one and that's the model that my business endeavours in healing and teaching will follow.
Speaking of which, I'm getting lots of clarity on expanding into healing and teaching. A big part of that will be writing at least one book, perhaps more. I love the web development and it will pay the bills while I expand into the other areas. In all aspects of my livelihood, I wish to be of service to all beings in all realms. I'm receiving feedback from people around the globe about being a positive influence in their lives and it's the first time I've seen and embraced this side of myself. I'm great at being a student, but it's just one part of me and embracing both student and teaching selves feels more balanced.
I feel like what's going on with the economy is just an outward reflection of what's going on inside me and with my life. The things that aren't sustainable are falling away and allowing space for new, collaborative things to be created. It's an exciting time to be alive!
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Icons
I think I've figured out the purpose of icons, at least for me. A few days ago, when I was feeling out of sorts, I decided to hang my goddess wall hangings I picked up in India in my bedroom. I now have Saraswati hanging over my computer table and Kali Ma hanging over my headboard. As an aside, in the two nights since Kali Ma has been presiding over my headboard, I've had very vivid dreams. Since I asked for guidance, I think this is interesting and not coincidental at all.
Back to the icons, it is a completely different experience being in this room for me, now. They literally bring the room to life. In addition to them being breathtakingly beautiful works of art, they focus my attention on the Divine. I know that everything is Divine all the time, but having a visual representation really brings it to the forefront of my attention.
A space doesn't magically change into Divine space when one hangs up a picture of a goddess and I'm not actually worshiping the goddess. It's simply a pointer, a visual cue to remind me. It's an extremely powerful one and shifts my attention to what's already there, all the time. I can even say it acts as a portal for me. It brings my energetics out of the subtle into the material. It also acts as a mirror. I see myself in the intricacies of the colours and shapes.
They come alive when I contemplate them and I can feel shifts in my gross and subtle energies. The space inside of me expands to include the entire Universe. They are my chariots. May I always be surrounded by such lovely and loving vehicles.
Back to the icons, it is a completely different experience being in this room for me, now. They literally bring the room to life. In addition to them being breathtakingly beautiful works of art, they focus my attention on the Divine. I know that everything is Divine all the time, but having a visual representation really brings it to the forefront of my attention.
A space doesn't magically change into Divine space when one hangs up a picture of a goddess and I'm not actually worshiping the goddess. It's simply a pointer, a visual cue to remind me. It's an extremely powerful one and shifts my attention to what's already there, all the time. I can even say it acts as a portal for me. It brings my energetics out of the subtle into the material. It also acts as a mirror. I see myself in the intricacies of the colours and shapes.
They come alive when I contemplate them and I can feel shifts in my gross and subtle energies. The space inside of me expands to include the entire Universe. They are my chariots. May I always be surrounded by such lovely and loving vehicles.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Integration, Round Three - 10 March 2009
I thought I had reintegrated, but oh no. Not yet. I'm having a hard time figuring out what the point of living in Seattle is. I love Seattle. I love my friends here. It's not enough. Why is that???
The more people I reconnect with, the emptier I feel. This was one of the things I was apprehensive about before leaving, this not being happy anywhere after I returned. I don't know who I am. I don't know what I want. Why go through the effort of making a life here if I don't want to live here?
I have the love of some very dear people. If that doesn't do it for me, what will??? I have lots of questions and no answers. Things that used to be my method of grounding simply don't have the same effect on me now. I feel lost and really don't see the point.
I sense that this cleaning out is for my Good. It will allow what's next to appear and have the space to Be. I can't say it's pleasant though. Far from it. Perhaps this is my 40 days in the desert. I do know that it feels quite desolate.
The more people I reconnect with, the emptier I feel. This was one of the things I was apprehensive about before leaving, this not being happy anywhere after I returned. I don't know who I am. I don't know what I want. Why go through the effort of making a life here if I don't want to live here?
I have the love of some very dear people. If that doesn't do it for me, what will??? I have lots of questions and no answers. Things that used to be my method of grounding simply don't have the same effect on me now. I feel lost and really don't see the point.
I sense that this cleaning out is for my Good. It will allow what's next to appear and have the space to Be. I can't say it's pleasant though. Far from it. Perhaps this is my 40 days in the desert. I do know that it feels quite desolate.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Home. 2 March 2009
I've moved into a home that is mine for at least 30 days. Until now, I've moved at least once a week for the last five months. That's pretty amazing.
I've been in Seattle for 4 days and every day seems like a month. Everything is the same, yet different. Every friend I reconnect with and every place I return to brings in a whole multitude of thoughts and assumptions and feelings. A lot of these are on autopilot and some are true after my absence and some are not and I've only just begun this process.
I'm catching some assumptions and feelings that are no longer valid before they express themselves and discarding them immediately. Some get in for a few moments. Some get in for a few days.
I find that some protective walls want to spring up around perceived threats and I'm gently softening them and allowing them to recede to let the true situation unfold, instead of the scary, made up story of my mind. This is a tender process and at times I'm more successful at it than others.
Truth is, I *am* scared. And that's OK. I can soften my reaction to that and allow it to be, as well. There are a multitude of interrelated events unfolding now that are well beyond my powers of orchestration. These things that I know nothing of will come together and manifest as my livelihood.
I choose to trust the flow of Grace, who cradled me in Her arms as Lakshmi today. She has been with me this entire journey and she is not going to drop me now that I'm back. Having the faith and patience to allow things to unfold without pressing the panic button and trying to force everything to happen at once is my dance at the moment, and it's not easy. It's as mystical and requires as much courage as anything I experienced in India. The temptation to chuck it all for some more mainstream sense of security is strong.
So, the irony is that now I'm in a more stable home, I feel less secure than I've been. Now is when the financial responsibilities restart and they are not small. Oh, how I wish I was independently wealthy and didn't have to face this. Please know with me that I am fully supported by the Universe with Grace and Ease.
I've been in Seattle for 4 days and every day seems like a month. Everything is the same, yet different. Every friend I reconnect with and every place I return to brings in a whole multitude of thoughts and assumptions and feelings. A lot of these are on autopilot and some are true after my absence and some are not and I've only just begun this process.
I'm catching some assumptions and feelings that are no longer valid before they express themselves and discarding them immediately. Some get in for a few moments. Some get in for a few days.
I find that some protective walls want to spring up around perceived threats and I'm gently softening them and allowing them to recede to let the true situation unfold, instead of the scary, made up story of my mind. This is a tender process and at times I'm more successful at it than others.
Truth is, I *am* scared. And that's OK. I can soften my reaction to that and allow it to be, as well. There are a multitude of interrelated events unfolding now that are well beyond my powers of orchestration. These things that I know nothing of will come together and manifest as my livelihood.
I choose to trust the flow of Grace, who cradled me in Her arms as Lakshmi today. She has been with me this entire journey and she is not going to drop me now that I'm back. Having the faith and patience to allow things to unfold without pressing the panic button and trying to force everything to happen at once is my dance at the moment, and it's not easy. It's as mystical and requires as much courage as anything I experienced in India. The temptation to chuck it all for some more mainstream sense of security is strong.
So, the irony is that now I'm in a more stable home, I feel less secure than I've been. Now is when the financial responsibilities restart and they are not small. Oh, how I wish I was independently wealthy and didn't have to face this. Please know with me that I am fully supported by the Universe with Grace and Ease.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Flight to Seattle – 25 February 2009
I left Seattle on 24 October 2008. I’m returning exactly five months later. I originally thought I’d be gone two months. Originally that thought frightened me. Two months seemed like a long time. It seemed scary. *laugh*
I think my biggest learning from this trip is to do what scares me the most. If I fail, I just realize that nothing is different. Life goes on. If I succeed, I realize there is nothing I cannot do. Everything else becomes gravy. It’s the most liberating and freeing experience of my life.
There is a cat who is not happy to be on this flight. I can’t tell if it’s under a nearby seat or in the hold. I can definitely hear it howling and I’m sending it calm, peaceful vibes.
My seatmate is a likeable young fellow who has spent time in Bahrain in the military. He’s retired now and doesn’t feel like military to me. We had a great conversation the first hour or so about the wonderful parts of being in other cultures and meeting the people there.
I almost missed the first leg of my flight, from West Palm Beach to Charlotte. The ticketing area was nearly deserted and they had lovely wicker chairs near power outlets and I sat down and started sending email and chatting on facebook. I went downstairs toward my gate with 45 minutes before my flight, only to find the security line stretching across the entire airport. Where did all those people come from??? I had a lovely conversation with a young man from New York, also about the wonderful parts of being in other cultures and meeting the people there. He said he was getting the benefit of my India trip by osmosis. He said he was trying to teach his 12 year old son about the values of other cultures. The 30 minutes it took to get through security was very pleasant. I knew it would be fine and just let go. I was one of the last people to board the plane and that’s just the way I like it.
I’m very excited to be going home. I think the month on the East Coast was a very good idea and while not easy, it was perfect for transitioning to being back in the West. I can land in Seattle happy to be there instead of desperately yearning to leave.
Everywhere I’ve been so far, I’ve been seeing people and places with new eyes. I’m more connected and more detached at the same time. It’s a much more peaceful way of being than I’ve experienced in the past and I think it will deepen and broaden over time. I’m interested in experiencing Seattle in this way and looking forward to discovering exactly what that entails. I honestly have no expectations for how life is going to unfold, while maintaining a calm certainty that whatever happens will be perfect.
That last sentence is so foreign to who I used to be, that part of me screams, Who am I??? That which I Am just smiles and knows in response. Holy Mother, I like this.
I’ve been able to close my eyes and instantly sink into and merge with the Light and Oneness any time I choose, which is often. It’s lovely. As I was driving around Florida, I appreciated how totally supported I am. I gave up my story of not having much. I had a car to drive, great food, a beautiful home to stay in and a friend who took me diving for the very first time. She had this cute little air compressor in an inner tube called a Brownie and we did what was called hookah diving. It reminded me of those old diver helmets and suits with the attached oxygen hoses, except there was no helmet, the hose was attached to a mouthpiece and we wore regular diving masks. Diving is awesome! It’s a whole different realm, not unlike the realm of meditation. I loved it and will definitely do more. This is not the picture of a life of someone who has nothing.
I thought Florida was going to be the least spiritual of all my stops. Imagine my surprise when I found myself at a Wynne Paris kirtan on my last night there in a very authentic yoga studio with exquisite energy. Wynne is based in DC and tours around the country doing kirtans. I met him in Seattle last summer. He’s releasing a CD soon and it has Krishna Das on it and musicians from Def Leppard and Bruce Hornsby. When I was dancing and whirling and jumping to Hari Krishna, I thought I might just levitate. So much for my preconceived notions. I think I’m finally giving them up. Spirit is Everywhere and in Everyone. No one is served by me thinking otherwise.
There is twenty minutes left in my flight. Joy has been springing up and overflowing at random times today and this is one of them.
I think my biggest learning from this trip is to do what scares me the most. If I fail, I just realize that nothing is different. Life goes on. If I succeed, I realize there is nothing I cannot do. Everything else becomes gravy. It’s the most liberating and freeing experience of my life.
There is a cat who is not happy to be on this flight. I can’t tell if it’s under a nearby seat or in the hold. I can definitely hear it howling and I’m sending it calm, peaceful vibes.
My seatmate is a likeable young fellow who has spent time in Bahrain in the military. He’s retired now and doesn’t feel like military to me. We had a great conversation the first hour or so about the wonderful parts of being in other cultures and meeting the people there.
I almost missed the first leg of my flight, from West Palm Beach to Charlotte. The ticketing area was nearly deserted and they had lovely wicker chairs near power outlets and I sat down and started sending email and chatting on facebook. I went downstairs toward my gate with 45 minutes before my flight, only to find the security line stretching across the entire airport. Where did all those people come from??? I had a lovely conversation with a young man from New York, also about the wonderful parts of being in other cultures and meeting the people there. He said he was getting the benefit of my India trip by osmosis. He said he was trying to teach his 12 year old son about the values of other cultures. The 30 minutes it took to get through security was very pleasant. I knew it would be fine and just let go. I was one of the last people to board the plane and that’s just the way I like it.
I’m very excited to be going home. I think the month on the East Coast was a very good idea and while not easy, it was perfect for transitioning to being back in the West. I can land in Seattle happy to be there instead of desperately yearning to leave.
Everywhere I’ve been so far, I’ve been seeing people and places with new eyes. I’m more connected and more detached at the same time. It’s a much more peaceful way of being than I’ve experienced in the past and I think it will deepen and broaden over time. I’m interested in experiencing Seattle in this way and looking forward to discovering exactly what that entails. I honestly have no expectations for how life is going to unfold, while maintaining a calm certainty that whatever happens will be perfect.
That last sentence is so foreign to who I used to be, that part of me screams, Who am I??? That which I Am just smiles and knows in response. Holy Mother, I like this.
I’ve been able to close my eyes and instantly sink into and merge with the Light and Oneness any time I choose, which is often. It’s lovely. As I was driving around Florida, I appreciated how totally supported I am. I gave up my story of not having much. I had a car to drive, great food, a beautiful home to stay in and a friend who took me diving for the very first time. She had this cute little air compressor in an inner tube called a Brownie and we did what was called hookah diving. It reminded me of those old diver helmets and suits with the attached oxygen hoses, except there was no helmet, the hose was attached to a mouthpiece and we wore regular diving masks. Diving is awesome! It’s a whole different realm, not unlike the realm of meditation. I loved it and will definitely do more. This is not the picture of a life of someone who has nothing.
I thought Florida was going to be the least spiritual of all my stops. Imagine my surprise when I found myself at a Wynne Paris kirtan on my last night there in a very authentic yoga studio with exquisite energy. Wynne is based in DC and tours around the country doing kirtans. I met him in Seattle last summer. He’s releasing a CD soon and it has Krishna Das on it and musicians from Def Leppard and Bruce Hornsby. When I was dancing and whirling and jumping to Hari Krishna, I thought I might just levitate. So much for my preconceived notions. I think I’m finally giving them up. Spirit is Everywhere and in Everyone. No one is served by me thinking otherwise.
There is twenty minutes left in my flight. Joy has been springing up and overflowing at random times today and this is one of them.
God is Real, God is Magnificent, God is Life, God is Love!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
16 February 2009 – Virginia.
I’m still in Virginia. It feels like I’ve been here for months, not just over a week. I’m having an amazing time realizing there are communities here I feel just as home in as Seattle and India. That’s new. I’ve been mostly staying with people who don’t have Internet in their homes, so when I do hit the Internet every two or three days, I’m using that time for homework. That’s one reason why I’m behind on my blogging and I’m waaay behind on email.
I had an amazing day at the Satchitananda Ashram – Yogaville in the mountains on Saturday. They were having a free Introduction to Yoga workshop that included meditation at their LOTUS shrine, Hatha yoga postures, pranayama, kirtan and satsang. I kept breaking out in huge smiles in mid chant when I’d realize I was in Virginia chanting in Sanskrit.
Swami Satchitananda and his devotees are the creators of Integral Yoga and I wanted to go for two reasons. One, I wanted to immerse myself in the ashram/yoga space and kirtan. I was exhausted from driving one to three hours every day and reconnecting with friends and family, including a 79 year old aunt I’ve not had a particularly strong connection with before. Virginia is not a walkable place and I was quite depleted while getting virtually no physical activity. I knew immersing myself in the ashram would be rejuvenating and it was.
Two, I wanted to see what distinguished Integral Yoga from the forms of yoga I’ve been introduced to. I don’t see a lot of difference. They do slightly different mudras for the pranayama and place the pranayama at a precise place in the practice, but overall it seems to me to be Sivananda yoga. They also have a very specific way of doing yoga nidra, but again, fundamentally it’s not much different.
The ashram is mellow and very isolated, in the Blue Ridge Mountains along the James River. The energy there is very gentle and sweet. LOTUS stands for Light Of Truth Universal Shrine and was built in the mid 80’s to honour all faiths, including atheism, music and science and faiths not yet discovered. There are many icons for each faith represented and the building is shaped like a giant lotus flower. In the upper level meditation chamber, there are individual shrines around the outside wall with neon light beams going to the ceiling and a central light beam going to the ceiling where they all meet. It’s quite lovely. There is a miniature Mt. Kailash with an enormous Nataraja where they do daily pujas. Finally, there is Chidambaram, the mahasamadi shrine of Sri Satchitananda. I’m considering spending 2 – 3 days there this week, if something else doesn’t present itself. It’s nice to be immersed in a yogic routine and they have a nice library and satellite Internet.
After the workshop at the ashram, I spent the night with a Landmark friend and went to Charlottesville Unity church on Sunday, where they sang a couple of songs we sing at CSL. My heart burst open while I was singing and the tears started tracing lines down my cheeks. I was beaming and swaying and singing. After the service, while I was being introduced to one of the ministers, one of the backup singers on the stage came over to me and told me he could feel my energy up there and it totally grabbed his attention and he looked over to see me smiling and singing with raised hands. I LOVE hearing that it’s tangible.
After the Tuesday night Landmark seminar in Charlottesville, I sat up chatting with my hosts, dear friends I met doing Landmark work, and their 15 year old son. Their son is an amazingly aware and conscious 15 year old. He wasn’t at the Charlottesville seminar, but would be going to the Richmond seminar Thursday night. I was sharing stories about India and my cosmology and about what being a Tantrika means to me. I shared about loving having a body and not wanting to transcend or turn my back on this realm of existence, but to bring full consciousness and awareness back and live fully while here. He asked for clarification on renunciation, I don’t think there are many renunciants in the Charlottesville skater community, and we talked about what that was. He seemed mildly agitated, told me it was nice meeting me and went to bed.
At Landmark seminars, people get up and share what’s coming up for them in their lives. At the beginning of the seminar on Thursday night, my friends’ son got up and shared that he was incredibly inspired by my sharing about being fully engaged in life in this body, in this realm and it had fueled a brightness and energy in his next two days. I was extremely touched. My stories of being invisible and not making a difference are truly dead. It’s so gratifying to me to hear that I’ve touched someone by simply being me. That he shared that with the entire seminar, whoa.
I’m ready to move on and I can’t for another 5 days. I’m a bit agitated by this. I plan to use the time to rest and recharge, but I don’t know where I’m going to stay each night and that’s getting old. Next up is four days in Florida at my sister’s, then home to Seattle. I’m getting excited about being home again. Five months is a long time.
I had an amazing day at the Satchitananda Ashram – Yogaville in the mountains on Saturday. They were having a free Introduction to Yoga workshop that included meditation at their LOTUS shrine, Hatha yoga postures, pranayama, kirtan and satsang. I kept breaking out in huge smiles in mid chant when I’d realize I was in Virginia chanting in Sanskrit.
Swami Satchitananda and his devotees are the creators of Integral Yoga and I wanted to go for two reasons. One, I wanted to immerse myself in the ashram/yoga space and kirtan. I was exhausted from driving one to three hours every day and reconnecting with friends and family, including a 79 year old aunt I’ve not had a particularly strong connection with before. Virginia is not a walkable place and I was quite depleted while getting virtually no physical activity. I knew immersing myself in the ashram would be rejuvenating and it was.
Two, I wanted to see what distinguished Integral Yoga from the forms of yoga I’ve been introduced to. I don’t see a lot of difference. They do slightly different mudras for the pranayama and place the pranayama at a precise place in the practice, but overall it seems to me to be Sivananda yoga. They also have a very specific way of doing yoga nidra, but again, fundamentally it’s not much different.
The ashram is mellow and very isolated, in the Blue Ridge Mountains along the James River. The energy there is very gentle and sweet. LOTUS stands for Light Of Truth Universal Shrine and was built in the mid 80’s to honour all faiths, including atheism, music and science and faiths not yet discovered. There are many icons for each faith represented and the building is shaped like a giant lotus flower. In the upper level meditation chamber, there are individual shrines around the outside wall with neon light beams going to the ceiling and a central light beam going to the ceiling where they all meet. It’s quite lovely. There is a miniature Mt. Kailash with an enormous Nataraja where they do daily pujas. Finally, there is Chidambaram, the mahasamadi shrine of Sri Satchitananda. I’m considering spending 2 – 3 days there this week, if something else doesn’t present itself. It’s nice to be immersed in a yogic routine and they have a nice library and satellite Internet.
After the workshop at the ashram, I spent the night with a Landmark friend and went to Charlottesville Unity church on Sunday, where they sang a couple of songs we sing at CSL. My heart burst open while I was singing and the tears started tracing lines down my cheeks. I was beaming and swaying and singing. After the service, while I was being introduced to one of the ministers, one of the backup singers on the stage came over to me and told me he could feel my energy up there and it totally grabbed his attention and he looked over to see me smiling and singing with raised hands. I LOVE hearing that it’s tangible.
After the Tuesday night Landmark seminar in Charlottesville, I sat up chatting with my hosts, dear friends I met doing Landmark work, and their 15 year old son. Their son is an amazingly aware and conscious 15 year old. He wasn’t at the Charlottesville seminar, but would be going to the Richmond seminar Thursday night. I was sharing stories about India and my cosmology and about what being a Tantrika means to me. I shared about loving having a body and not wanting to transcend or turn my back on this realm of existence, but to bring full consciousness and awareness back and live fully while here. He asked for clarification on renunciation, I don’t think there are many renunciants in the Charlottesville skater community, and we talked about what that was. He seemed mildly agitated, told me it was nice meeting me and went to bed.
At Landmark seminars, people get up and share what’s coming up for them in their lives. At the beginning of the seminar on Thursday night, my friends’ son got up and shared that he was incredibly inspired by my sharing about being fully engaged in life in this body, in this realm and it had fueled a brightness and energy in his next two days. I was extremely touched. My stories of being invisible and not making a difference are truly dead. It’s so gratifying to me to hear that I’ve touched someone by simply being me. That he shared that with the entire seminar, whoa.
I’m ready to move on and I can’t for another 5 days. I’m a bit agitated by this. I plan to use the time to rest and recharge, but I don’t know where I’m going to stay each night and that’s getting old. Next up is four days in Florida at my sister’s, then home to Seattle. I’m getting excited about being home again. Five months is a long time.
Monday, February 2, 2009
The Journey Continues
I'm going to continue updating this blog. I have so very much to say and I'm definitely not finished with my journey! I'm not sure what the new title will evolve to, but it's definitely going beyond India and beyond 2008.
I'm feeling so very blessed right now. I'm in a warm, toasty, homey apartment that is filled with love and cats. I want for nothing. I'm reclined on a gorgeous, comfy new couch with my laptop on my lap. Good music is wafting down the hallway from Kevin's room. The aroma of fine coffee fills the air from the kitchen. Snow is forecast. Amy will be home soon. It's so good to see her settled in somewhere where she can thrive and flourish.
I've just been pricing bus tickets (with free WIFI!) to DC to see a dear friend. She has offered me crash space for however long I want it, a ride to Richmond (where I'm headed next) this weekend, if I want, or I can stay alone in her condo while she's gone, if I'd like.
I've also been pricing plane tickets from Florida to Seattle at the end of the month. They're so cheap, it doesn't make sense to burn a frequent flier ticket, so I'll still have one in the bank for when I need it.
My homework is so much fun I can hardly contain myself. People are reaching out from Seattle and telling me how much they miss me and how much they're looking forward to my return.
I'm so very grateful that I can relax and recognize all the gifts that are showing up in my life. I'm so very grateful that I've done the work to put me in a position to receive all these gifts in my life. I'm so very grateful to recognize that there really isn't any work to be done at all. Now is the time to be open to the flow of Grace and receive. Lastly, I'm so very grateful for gratitude itself, because without it, none of this means anything at all and it would be a real shame to miss this.
I'm feeling so very blessed right now. I'm in a warm, toasty, homey apartment that is filled with love and cats. I want for nothing. I'm reclined on a gorgeous, comfy new couch with my laptop on my lap. Good music is wafting down the hallway from Kevin's room. The aroma of fine coffee fills the air from the kitchen. Snow is forecast. Amy will be home soon. It's so good to see her settled in somewhere where she can thrive and flourish.
I've just been pricing bus tickets (with free WIFI!) to DC to see a dear friend. She has offered me crash space for however long I want it, a ride to Richmond (where I'm headed next) this weekend, if I want, or I can stay alone in her condo while she's gone, if I'd like.
I've also been pricing plane tickets from Florida to Seattle at the end of the month. They're so cheap, it doesn't make sense to burn a frequent flier ticket, so I'll still have one in the bank for when I need it.
My homework is so much fun I can hardly contain myself. People are reaching out from Seattle and telling me how much they miss me and how much they're looking forward to my return.
I'm so very grateful that I can relax and recognize all the gifts that are showing up in my life. I'm so very grateful that I've done the work to put me in a position to receive all these gifts in my life. I'm so very grateful to recognize that there really isn't any work to be done at all. Now is the time to be open to the flow of Grace and receive. Lastly, I'm so very grateful for gratitude itself, because without it, none of this means anything at all and it would be a real shame to miss this.
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