12. Day 11: Oh! I Forgot To Mention…
I forgot to mention yesterday in my post about stepping way out of my comfort zone that the feeling of discomfort is co-mingled with a deep undercurrent of willingness, delight, wonder and empowerment. My daughter mentioned this to me on her way out the door. It is a good thing to have an accountability partner when you have taken on the practice of extending love to your thoughts (and feelings). Noticing is the first great quality of love we get to use when extending love to our thoughts. If you don’t first notice the thought or feeling or circumstance you have the thoughts and...
Read More12. Day 10: The Real Shabby Chic
Years ago in one of the earliest spoof films called “Flying High” (maybe called “Airplane” in the USA) there was a character that throughout the film would be in various states of becoming stressed and disheveled and say “I picked a bad week to give up drinking/smoking/glue sniffing”. It just get getting crazier each time he showed up. I feel a lot like that with this month of extending love to the fear of Feeling(s). I picked a bad month to extend love to feelings. This is also the month we are on a detox (ie sans wheat, dairy, sugar, alcohol). It is...
Read More12. Day 9: I Brake For Poetry
“Nobody’s Fool” Even a dog gets thirsty and knows how to wake himself up and trot to the water bowl. How is it I forget each time I fall asleep how to wake myself up and trot over to the Beloved to sip, soak and be drenched by His love presence? I am a forgetting, fool, that’s why. Lucky my Beloved planted His holy wellspring deep within my breast so that I never have to trot very far to receive that sublime whiff of the holy christening which reminds me to open my mouth and surrender to the drink of Life. Once more I am saturated in Love and am nobody’s fool...
Read More12: Day 8: A Ragtag Collection Of Ideas
Good morning Holy Spirit. Thank you for this time of quiet. The sun is not yet fully up yet our clocks are telling a different story. The past two days have been so chock full of revelation and feeling, I am dizzy to the point of throwing up frankly. So many things are being brought up for what? Reckoning? Forgiveness? Blessing? As yet, I can only ask for guidance, comfort and reminding of the truth about me. Our ambitious Organizing Project (inspired by our daughter’s desire to leave a legacy of order before she leaves to be married at the end of the year) really hit me square...
Read More12. Day 7: A Kitchen Miracle
I discovered something about myself the other day; accidentally, in the middle of a conversation with my daughter. She was bemoaning my frustrating habit of talking in non sequators, ie, one thing that does not obviously follow another. I wasn’t trying to confuse, but I was. She wasn’t trying to be confused, but she was. There we were, rinsing the lunch dishes to put in the dishwasher, and confusion had entered the room. Confusion that felt like a massive cow was pressing us up against the counter, taking up space and air and leaving only perplexed discomfort. This did not...
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