(I wrote what is below two days ago…..and tonight I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all)….
We are all much more capable of embracing life than we know.
I’m a bullet today…..a BB bullet. I am aimed and entirely on target.
It had to come eventually.
The option of ‘losing’ is as much a mindset as the consideration that I will die.
Die to what? This world, this thought, this struggle. Sure I’ll die, again and again and again.
Hopefully I will die mostly with and in pleasure, again and again and again.
It’s all a mindset and the heart rules, ruler of the mind. If you’ve been listening to me, YOU know….it’s true.
Try it and….and….in moments, just moments (as we’re (generally) not practiced in this area….trust me, we aren’t), you’ll feel something different and it’s good, clear, focused and on target.
I know for myself, I fret with the things that feel bad, when I feel ‘off target’. We never really are… Consider the concept of ‘being lost’, I’ve truly NEVER been lost as I always find my way…eventually.
It’s a mind or possibly heart-set.
In moments they’ll be a clarity, a knowing, a vibe that YOU can create all by yourself FOR yourself. No need for a lover for this one, a drug, that big glass of wine or great wealth filling your money drawers….the exhilaration of jumping off a cliff in to clear, deep (you hope) water, or tumbling out of a plane. Though I’ve not done all of the former, I think this feeling is better. And it’s your creation.
And NO one can take this from you unless you allow them to.
it rallies beyond the goal post,
it showers rain and flower essence everywhere I am, (a consideration, why not, I can),
and it’s moving toward a target…
and that target….it moves as quickly as I angle right and left.
Things are moving in my business, in my world. It’s in this moment good being right here, right now, in the eye of a tornado, with a satisfaction as I sit in my secret hide-away home with the tall ceilings and long windows throughout, looking out to the forest with gads and gads of green, happy dogs strewn about, (with their adorable bandanas….they love me and don’t mind!), Bert leans on me, his way of loving and comforting me, a kitty cat or two listening to the Weepies singing with me. ‘Candles in the Dark’…..but I don’t feel the disappointment in this moment, my BB bullet is traveling too fast…I’m on target, sitting quietly in this moment.
‘Trying not to hope to hard for what I want.
Trying not to go too far with all the dreamin’
All the disappointment so hard to handle
I’m still in the dark lighting candles.
Love’s a train to city lights where someone knows you.
All the disappointment, so hard to handle.
I’m still in the dark, lighting candles.’
No worry today…this bullet’s lighting up the sky at record speed….no room for luggage as I move beyond those city lights, I’m out to create a bright new planet.
Even if I die again and again trying.
And then today, today…a different story. And I wonder….the ebb and flow of who we are, where we are, where we get our goodies and patience or not with our humanity. Rich. Really.
And then there are days when you just need to tell yourself to stop, stop with the patterns that take you less than close to your own power, beauty and heart.
So today, I call out, ‘Stop’! Big breath. ‘Stop little girl…just let it go.’
And part of me understands.
And then, like proclaiming a new diet or exercise plan, there is resolve, hope….all bullshit really.
Instead, if I just let go, (I can do this), the world will morph into what it’s meant to be.
Abandon of the safety valve…..value you.
As my visitor hits turn over at 10,000…..this will be my reminder milestone that I did.
Ooooh…how flipping obtuse of me.