I knew from the moment I saw him, he’d be trouble. Those dimples, dangerous teeth and someone-left-the-gate-open eyes. Continue reading “Electricity”
I’ve always been hell bent on being strong and independent. This week I was teaching an adult education night course and packed a large bag with my crystal bowls, drum and yoga mats. The bag was not overly heavy but it was very awkward. There was a Volleyball game at the high school that night so the parking lot was full. It was a long walk carrying this bag. I was approached by this man. He asked me if he could carry my bag for me. Now…the old me would have politely declined and would have beat myself up for it all night long. The new me said, “Sure, that would be great” and I handed my bag over. What a beautiful gesture! He carried it all the way to my classroom. Pretty sure this man was an angel 😇 in human form…
Let’s not mind our own business. Let’s offer our support, risking rejection. Let’s make each other’s lives a little more comfortable. Let’s put ourselves out there without investment in the outcome. Let the reward be our heart opening, even if the other person doesn’t say thank-you or otherwise acknowledge us.
People come into our lives. They may be forgettable. Continue reading “Soul Treat”
We’ll do anything for a good Mom. When there was so much wrong in our childhoods, we need, now, to reparent ourselves and get what we’ve missed.
Bringing loving kindness to ourselves. Validation. Safety. Feeling comfortable really , deeply being seen. Celebrating our Aliveness. Feeling worthy.
Gift yourself these. Get whatcha need. Fill those holes. Anyways.
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When I really sit and observe my cat’s behavior, the likeness to the human condition is uncanny. 2 indoor lovelies roam my hallways. Needing connection, interaction, touch. Space to move around, occasionally some treats. Having a special place to eliminate, exercise independence and privacy. Cherish solitude to recharge their purring batteries. A voice, even if it falls on deaf human ears, we hear it. The ability to have a protest be it obvious or subtle. Nails out, balls out or just a murmur.
Cats never forget when they’ve been wronged. They never forget where good energy, food and preferred textures are located. They know how incredibly soul-healing warm sunshine can be. Acutely aware of the power and benefits of nature as they roll on
own anything I’ve brought into the house from the yard. I think we may have the same instinctual/ancestral need to immerse ourselves in nature, cover ourselves with its sensual fragrance, making love to all out-sided-ness. Cat’s are also empathetic, able to detect sadness/depression and act to comfort us when tough times hit. Not making a fuss about our condition, they creep in stealth-like and curl around our worries like a soft, squishy grandma with a glass of warm milk and a blueberry muffin.
They are acutely aware of the need for self-care, above all else. Napping, removing themselves from a noisy environment, staying away from people who are not good for them, using the bathroom when they feel the need, using their voice to get attention – letting others know about their pleasure, objections and inquiries. Owning their favorite “spot” in life and securing a private, secret area to recharge…Caring for themselves, they exude love of self as a normal part of their existence. No permission or apologies needed.
Adorn yourself with lovely things. What are we saving our best shit for? Don’t save the outfit, those shoes, those earrings that resemble a chandelier – for a special occasion. Continue reading “We ARE The Event”
I have this black Kitty – Brookers. As a child I would have loved to have a pet who loved me as much as Brookers does. Continue reading “Catgotcher Need”
I love the way
a flash of interest
crinkle of brow
admiration in your eyes
stir of desire
arousal of thought
enjoying my presence
reflecting your light
I love the way
(ALERT: GRAPHIC PICS OF SKIN REACTIONS – may be triggering to some)
Friday. This burning was real. The back waist-line of my pants felt sand paperish on my tender lower spine. As the day wore on the burning became more intense, the area an angry magenta by afternoon. Continue reading “May I Pray Over You”