Title: Were ya worried?
(the header thingy is not working – again!)
Chello, peeps! Despite not updating for almost a week, I can say with all certainty that I am, indeed, still alive. YEY!
Every once in a while my second chakra gets clogged and I lose all ability to be creative and so SP goes dark. I’d love to shift the blame for that to someone/thing else but I can’t. It’s all mine.
Here’s a bulleted list of what’s been consuming my time this past week:
* Pilates: I love it! I cannot believe I’ve found something physical that totally takes me out of my head and plops me square into my body. The teacher is wonderful and I have such fun in the class that the hour flies by. It’s a bit pricey compared to a gym membership (10 weekly classes for $250) but even if I do it for just ten weeks, I think I will get a lot of benefit from it. I suspect it’s an integral piece of my growth in the coming year. I have to learn how carry big energy – just not through my body (think: expanding waistline).
* Angry Birds: Damn addictive game. I think I play this for about 35 minutes every night before bed. Curses to the girl who does my nails for hipping me to it. Is there an Intervention for Angry Birds??
* Speaking of Intervention - I love that show (unless they are showing heroin addicts shooting up through their toes. Eww!) We are fortunate to have no addicts in the family (food issues are a whole ‘nother thing for our group, though) so watching people go through this is fascinating to me. (That’s because it’s from the safety of my bed. I’d really hate all the attendant drama if it were real life.) The psychology major in me loves hearing the backstory – the things that caused the person to use drugs. Clearly I’m not alone in my addiction to the show: Fred Armisen over at Funny Or Die.
*My new candid reality addiction? Heavy. It’s not at all exploitative and I can relate to their stories (sadly). Don’t judge. At least I provide linkage, right?
* Exciting news! I am going to be working directly with Andrea Hess on her new program called “Inspired Income Mastery” In addition to the program itself (which looks hella cool), she offered a mentoring option to have six sessions with her on the phone. It’s a fabulous opportunity to get coaching/mentoring on a personal basis so I snatched it right up. Of all the teachers I’ve had, Andrea is the one that’s impacted me the most in practical day-to-day work. My goal this year is to get Practically Intuitive out there in full force so I can leave that really exciting and fun day job and fly! This is one step closer to that goal. Hold on to yer hats, kids!
(Damn, I wish I had her boobies. Just pretend this is me because in my fantasy life, it is! heh)
Finally, I’m coming to terms with stepping into the full energy of what I have chosen to do in this lifetime. (Sounds sooo serious, doesn’t it??) Someone close to me calls me the “High Priestess of WooWoo” and I realized that I carry a lot of “high priestess” energy but it’s always been hidden. Making that part of me fully visible requires courage and a willingness to stop hiding. I’m probably not explaining it well but that’s the energy I was talking about above – the one that I can carry with me – just not in my body.
When I put the intention out there to the Universe that I wanted PI to be fully sustaining by year end, I also accepted the work that goes with it. Not only are the energies speeding up in the macrocosm, but here in the microcosm as well. Look at all the shifts that have gone on in the country just since the beginning of the year. Things are speeding up, energetically. Lots going on that we cannot see but will impact us greatly. So, I’ve chosen to move with it and work on stuff that’s in my way now so I can fully and completely bring into form the intuitive practice I’ve been longing for. Wish me luck!
Whew! Lots to say, hmm?
** Picture from Deviant Art
So yeah. Didn’t go to the Rally on Saturday. As I was getting dressed to go, I noticed Max having some trouble standing on all fours – his back legs were all wobbly and shaky. His tail was tucked under his butt again and he was acting just strangely enough that it caught my attention. And forced me to think about all the myriad bad things that could happen to him if I left to go off and stand with a bizillion people in DC.
If I were one to think this sort of thing (wink), I’d almost say that Max decided to get wonky just to save me from 20 million people crowded onto the mall in DC for the “Rally to Restore Sanity”. But having looked forward to this for over a month now, I was sad that I had to choose between my dog acting weirdly and going to mill about in the sanity.
I chose the dog. Who, by the way, was fine not 60 minutes after we made the decision to stay our ass home. Which makes me think that other forces were at work. Or, it was just a strange coincidence. (hahahah)
While I would have loved to have been a part of it all, this little introvert would have gotten so overwhelmed by the crowds (just at the damn metro stop, not to mention at the actual event) that it probably wouldn’t have worth it. I was glad to have had a front row seat – on my couch in front of the big screen HDTV and goofing off on twitter with a bunch of others. That’s definitely more my speed.
(with all due apologies to Gabriel GarcÃa Márquez)
Dear Snarkypeeps,
Well, Duty and I made it through the weekend and came out the other side alive. The boys made it through as well – also alive. Wanna know what I learned?
Lessons from a weekend full of love, spit up, and trains:
1. One smile from the Godson of Love can make up for hours of exhaustion. To see him get all excited about whatever food thing is about to enter his mouth is probably the cutest thing ever. (I love him.)
2. It’s entirely possible for a three year old to teach a fifty year old how to play. It warmed my heart to see Luke and Duty bond so well together. (Luke can’t yet pronounce “Uncle Bill” so it comes out as “O’Bill” and it’s beyond adorable.)
3. The Universe loves practical jokes so don’t go blabbing that you’ll have it much easier with a six month old than Duty will with a three year old. He got to sleep through the night, get online and take a nap. I did none of that.
4. How do people manage to do this whole parenting thing? I know it gets easier as they gain independence but I feel like I should go on a speaking tour touting teen abstinence. (Move over, Bristol Palin!) It’s hard, hard work. (Have I mentioned how hard it is?) Cats are clearly my speed. The Universe knew that and as always, I bow to its wisdom.
But you know what? I’d do it again in a heartbeat. They are the sweetest, most loving boys and Cousin O’Cool and husband have done a wonderful job with them. Luke is so thoughtful – I asked for a hug as he was heading to play trains. He said “I’m too busy now.” and ran off. Five minutes later, he came out and said “I’m not busy anymore, Aunt Weeha.” and gave me a HUGE hug. (Melt)
Wisely, I took off work today so now it’s back to sleep for me. Ah! Blissful sleep. (Must admit that I miss Pete’s round little eyes staring at me first thing in the morning, though. That, my friends, is bliss.)
Signed,
Happy to be home but so glad for the experience
Chello peeps …. another week of not-much-accomplished but that’s okay (more or less). Our pool is finally working so we were able to schedule our J4 (not-really-very-exciting) throwdown for next weekend. That means, of course, that I should start cleaning, umm, now. That means that I will start, umm, next weekend and then spazz about it and go into a small coma. Then, of course, comes the days of complaining how much I hate entertaining. I’m so so predictable.
New post up at PI which took me forever and a small meltdown to write. Jody managed to pull me back from the edge but it was close. I was telling a friend at work about it and dissolved into a puddle of tears over how my writing ability is for shit and I suck and blah blah blah cakes. Jody reminded me of DISSONANCE! and I saw the whole thing for what it was. So, I realized that I had my own voice there (even though it’s a tad more “professional” than here), it’s really still just me in all my dorkyass glory.
Also, too (/palin), the pool temps are low-mid 80s which is really unusual for this time of year so I might (MIGHT!) just get in for a dip. We shall see.
And now, your weekly LOLcat:
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Has her father NOT done enough harm to this country that now his progeny has seen fit to get in on the fun? Seriously, who gives a fuck what she thinks? And why are the talking heads giving her airtime?
These are questions for which I must have answers. Because, you know, there’s nothing else going on in the world, right? (eye roll)
If I believed in things like Armageddon, I’d be pretty sure we are headed there between all the pictures of oil covered birds (and I can’t even look at them – it makes my heart hurt) to corporatism reigning supreme to idiot children of of the famous spouting off like they know what they’re talking about (oh hai, Luke Russert and the aforementioned Cheney daughter) to enormous whining on the left about what Obama’s doing, is he doing it fast enough, emotional enough and how he isn’t ANYTHING like what we thought we were getting – Jeebus on a crutch. Good thing I have that all-important larger “everything happens for a reason” perspective. That’s what gets me through the day.
Speaking of which, UGH. Off to work (ha) to do a Costanza and appear busy shuffling papers. Today I am going to be working on a newsletter for PI to send out in July. If you sign up for it, you could win a free reading (email or phone call – your choice) so go there now and sign your ass up. Please and thank you.
(I’m not really this grumpy but I cannot stand seeing Liz Fucking Cheney at all and had to vent. Back to love, light, whining about less important issues and the usual Hal/Cookie lovefest another day.)
GO UNIVERSE! Woot Woot!!
I got a couple last minute requests and the amounts were over and above the suggested donation and that put me right up close to the goal of $400. As I was telling Duty about it, he said he meant to tell me earlier that he’d like me to do a reading for a friend of his and he’d kick in the last $20!!
YEY!!! I’m happy that I did it, that so many people wanted readings and that the manifesting piece of it worked out perfectly even though, as noted, I lost a bit of steam last week. Apparently, the Universe decided I needed a boost and jumped right in. Gotta love it!
So, a big thank you to my fans Jody and The Gal for helping carry me through this (dissonance and all) and for being so supportive of my work. Thanks, too, to my friend Jen-Jen for being one of my good cheerleaders on Facebook! :)
What have we learned? We learned that we can get through dissonance, we can come out from behind our curtain and CLAIM who we are (why am I talking in the third person?) and we are ever so much more sure that this is truly our soul work. I’d say that’s a good thing, yes?
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So, yeah. It’s (almost) Friday. I’m glad. Maybe this week of WTF will be at a close. The only good thing I can say is that I have done 15 mins on the bike each day. Duty just had to shame me into it once.
On the dissonance front: it continues. However, after lots of chats with my guides and input from friends here (thanks Jody and Gal) and from my woo-woo buds at Democratic Underground, I’m going with this possibility: It’s their weird shit to deal with and I’m just the one noticing it. That works for me. Duty gave me some advice when I was whining about it last night: Let it go. And while that’s not my preferred way of handling things, it IS something new for me so I’ll try it.
I’m using my copious down-time at work to write a post for PI on ceding authority to your Guides in Spirit and how they wouldn’t let you do that anyway. It’s a response to Rose’s post where I talk about what my experience has been in that arena. I’m also practicing my own self-authority by not worrying if people think I’m a slack ass or not and giving thanks that I have a job where I have lots of independence. I’ll let you guys know when the post is up (probably this weekend).
And one last comment: Since I fell in love with sekrit boyfriend, anyone else after that seems so fake. I think my heart is closed to all but DC and HS (and I’m not even sure how Hal managed to get in there! Brains, arm porn and humor carry a lot of weight with some chicks. heh) Watching Idol is so lame, even *I* don’t know why I’m doing it. Poseurs, all of them. But not my cookie!
Happy Friday to my blog buddies! I luf you all!
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