Been putting the pedal to the metal for the last few days. It feels pretty darn good. I never have been much of one to enjoy sitting around lalli gagging. Much gain from tapping with MArgaret, but she is not all.
Starting to realize that my thoughts turning to this person or that usually means I will hear from them or
lackeys soon. Useful. Gives one time to prepare.
Walking this am in the canyon reflecting on Guy Finley and his discourse. Seeing new mirrors every- where now that Rob is gone. Seeing my son looking squashed and worrying a bit. Sounds like the missus is on her" snarling from her work load op basis ". But this will pass. They are still dancing in sync.
Watching what I resent or dislike about my boss becoming more quickly what I resent and dislike about myself and passing into forgiveness. And the gratitude that the learning is still the living.
It is good to be among the living. It is good to feel what I am for and am about more clearly. It is good to feel the return to center and the patience that this always brings.
It is good to get up and see the crescent moon smiling before fading into the sunrise. It is so very very good. It is good to see the wrinkles in the mirror when I smile.
Finished the videos from work and a bunch of other things that needed to be done.
Yes I do love the yoga of work...of service.
The energy vampires may swirl but they are motes of dust in the wind of my life that is passing passing swiftly passing. Many more keys, much less curtain.
Gratia, Dea.
Ex Mea Manua InTua Manua, Dea Eterna.
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