A Mantra for One
My commitment to daily Twelvemonth postings concluded in April of this year and, not surprisingly, life has continued unabated to the point that I look back in utter wonder at my accomplishment of 365 days of daily blog postings. Here is what I am learning about myself three months out since that mammoth commitment of extending love to my fears, my self and my experience and blogging about this daily: Fears continue (as do occasional overwhelm, crossness & self-forgetting) but it is so much easier to recognize them so I can immediately decide to extend love in whatever color or form is...
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 19: What?! If…….
In the middle of my prayers and affirmations for my time at the Spiritual Writers Conference in Chicago I felt (rather than heard) a ripple of trepidation. Then I heard this timid gathering of thoughts insisting I listen to the “What if’s?” (I imagine these to be the students gathering around a teacher’s desk reminding her she promised to let them out early if they were good and quiet.) To be honest, I didn’t really want to take the time to hear these “negative” thoughts of limitation and fear. But, since I did commit to noticing and extending...
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