Things are groovy over here. How about you?
Last week we had our regular weekly meditation gathering on Monday night and it was fantabulous. New people, regulars, young people, not-so-young, guys, gals, a lovely mix of humans feeling the unity, and staying late to continue the conversation.
Tuesday night was meditation for mommas and such an amazing peaceful powerful night. We talked about being present and taking in each day as the gift that it is. Do you do that? Or do you spend a lot of time ruminating the past or fretting the future? Right here, right now, just breathe and be aware of all that is well.
Wednesday I had a class at CLR Center for Learning in Retirement and we practiced breathing techniques and self-soothing methods and a bit of meditation. "Levitating!" was how one gal stated her experience.
Thursday I participated in International Soul Art Day. 15,000 people all across the globe tuning in to our divine wisdom and playing with creative expression. Fulfilling, rewarding, inspiring.
Sooo much more is happening over here and HoneyMan and I are feeling into all of it, leading with heart wisdom and staying open to divine guidance. Sometimes easy peasy. Sometimes I have ants in my pants.
I am reveling in the autumn colors, soon to fall away to bare naked ladies, I mean trees, and I love that too. Right now, I watch each day as the yard and neighborhood change and notice how happy my heart is in the fall. Every season is grand, yes, but something about the fall feels like home.
This year for Halloween I am going as the Neighbor Lady Who Ate All The Candy and Had To Go Buy More. Not really, but close. I have not had a craving for my usual daily dark chocolate (WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?!!) and I am not into the “fake processed stuff,” so I figured I could buy candy early. We’ve had gatherings so I put some out in a bowl for guests. No one ate any. There the bowl sits. Full of Milky Way, 3 Musketeers, Twix, and M&Ms. Every time I walk past the foyer, I grab something. Teeny tiny wee little mini smaller-than-fun-size mouthful, and I can’t stop. The volume of the bowl noticeably decreasing and me the only culprit. The bowl, and the rest of the bag, now hiding from me in the closet. Out of sight, out of mind/hand/mouth. Trick or Treat night will be here soon and I can release the candy from the closet and my mindless habit of just one. One more. One more. One more....
Peace be with you. Peace be upon you. Peace be in you.
PS - The photo above is from many years ago, a Vegas-themed party. Jim was Vegas Jesus; I was Elvis (and won second place. Thank you, thank you very much.) It is time for a gold jumpsuit again! And wearing a cape. One feels differently in a cape. Try it. You'll like it.
“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.”
— Mary Jean Irion