12. Day 26: Raw [Spiritual] Food
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I have been practicing extending love to my epic fears and writing about my experiences for nearly one year in A Twelvemonth of Self Love (twelve months & 362 posts) and still I must choose love as my operating system instead of fear. I must actually, consciously choose love. Why isn’t it completely automatic? Why do fears still arise? Fear must be a wake up call, a rubber band around my wrist I flick to remind me to love and a deeply embedded melody I need to follow no matter what. Love is what I need to live, breath, continue and thrive. When I try to contemplate anything...
Read More12. Day 25: A Crash Course In Feeling(s)
Feeling is another dimension. It is what is present underneath all that you are thinking, seeing, noticing. It is that animal of light that shines warmth on your belly and releases a thousand, thousand butterflies into your chest. This presence of “more” is a live currant running through every cell of your body, not just nerve endings in your fingertips and gut. Feeling can thrash you, uplift you, transport and transform your experience in less time than the spark of electric charge that the brains sends to say “blink” to your eye. Feeling lets you know wordlessly...
Read More12. Day 24: 10 Things I Learned At Spiritual Writers Conference
I am home safe and sound (my bag is still MIA; thankfully I had my computer and notes with me so am just trusting my favorite jeans and pj’s etc will show up eventually). It will take awhile to fully digest all I learned from the Writer’s Conference. You know the feeling of standing there with a thimble in front of a fire hose trying to get what you think you need. I ended up just letting the firehose drench, nourish, cool and get me thoroughly wet. I realize “I” am the seed that was being watered, I didn’t need to capture or hold the water in a container,...
Read More12. Day 23: Who Is Santa’s Helper?
You know the mixed feelings you had when you discovered that your Mom and Dad were, in fact, Santa (or at the stretch “Santa’s helpers”)? You were glad in your heart, that someone who knew you and loved you were the ones filling the stockings AND you were a teensy bit disappointed that there wasn’t a Jolly Ol’ Man dressed in velvet and ermine scampering around your Christmas tree in the wee hours of Christmas morning. Well that is a bit how I feel after this Writing Conference. I found out that “I” am Santa’s helper (or at least the...
Read More12. Day 22: Kindness In Their Eyes
I have arrived safely in Chicago. It is chilly here; I had to dig my scarf and gloves out to put on while waiting for the hotel shuttle. It has been a long day but I have been guided, as directed, by “the kindness in their eyes”. I simply followed the path to which ever face held the eyes of love. And do you know what? No two faces were the same but their eyes told the story of kindness and welcome. There was the tall, clear eyed young woman in black square glasses and wispy blonde hair who helped me find out where to stand for my connecting flight out of Phoenix. It...
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