I don’t know quite how I feel about my blog being the main thing that’s on my website. I want it to be a place where people want to look around a little bit, see what’s going on, see what’s up. So take a few minutes and just look around at everything else that’s here, if you haven’t done that yet. Look at the great services I offer (needing a whole life reading to see what’s going on in your life and get empowered? Wanting a soothing meditation CD with beautiful music and inspired words? It’s all here...) - take your time. I’ll be here waiting for you…
Okay - welcome back! On with the blog. I can’t believe I haven’t posted since Monday. This energy has kicked my butt, but now it’s settled into a need to clean and declutter like I’ve never experienced before. My family welcomes my enthusiasm and energy with excitement and not a little nervousness. Steve saw the huge pile of garbage piled on the boulevard and asked if I’d called the city to come pick it up. I was insulted, but didn’t get to answer as the truck was already backing up to the curb. Take that, doubting husband! I’m organized, efficient, calculating, and… exhausted! Sleep has been oh so strange this past week, from dreaming I’m dead (how is that possible? Well, I felt funny, and when nothing was working right, a man explained it was because I was dead - sounds strange, but it made sense at the time), to dreaming I was pregnant (at almost age 50 - I was nervous, but kind of excited that Bill would have a younger sibling, but felt really strange inside). It’s ALL been about feeling strange in my dreambody lately, as if trying on different dreambodies - so so strange, even for me.
It’s about looking around and seeing what’s essential, what’s been automatic for years, and what I’m waking up to. Sometimes it’s like pushing goo up a hill with my family - do we REALLY need to keep that Nordic Track that’s been sitting in the basement for 14 years, only after being hauled, unused, from our last house? Along with all of the other workout equipment that never gets touched. Now, I’m not mean, because I collect things that I think would be good for me, too, like books, and journals and pens, lotion, pillows and blankets. It’s strange, for sure, but good to feel this fresh wind blowing through our lives and things, stirring things up. They need to get stirred up, or more importantly, discarded. So, even if they’re nervous, my family will just have to deal with it, because I think this is only the beginning of more to come. So I’m feeling free these days, and looking forward to more freedom in the days, weeks and months to come. The only tradeoff is my willingness to release the old, and embrace the new, whatever that looks like. It’s a matter of trust, as always, but I’m up for it. I hope so, anyway.