Wrestling with the Beloved
Soul naked in radiant Light
Twisted this way and that,
Tender spots bruised.
Now, one arm too many,
Then, two too few.
Lock me in that hold and
burn a hole in my heart
burn your image in my mind.
Yes, hold me there and
burn me to a crisp.

I had fun tonight chanting with a musical friend. They asked if I sing. Hmmph! Of course I sing. I do warn, though, it’s not pretty by any stretch. I CAN, however CHANT down Babylon.

The Benefits of Chanting

A friend of a friend just texted me “by mistake” giving me personal info he later said was meant for someone else. I knew two hours before he texted me that he was going to do it.  He’s not hitting on me. If I ask him about it, he’ll say it was a mistake.  My thought is he wanted to toss a phrase/word/topic out and have me offer my thoughts, without taking responsibility for having “really” initiated the conversation. But INiTiATiON is a tricky thing and will not be bypassed. I know this. He knows this. Clever pretense simply reveals to me another side of him.  Note: You don’t need a pretense to contact me or tell me your thoughts. Just do it. It’s cool.

When I’m fully saturated in Love, nothing bothers me. Bad drivers, Fox news, nothing. I see the order to everything and feel a part of it. I accept it all as it is. My job is to stay saturated in Love. To think thoughts that put me there, to surround myself with friends who keep me there. That’s freedom.

Note to friends who drink and don’t think: Posting pics on Facebook showing probation violations in progress? Really?  Friends take friends’ sobriety and probation boundaries seriously. Please educate yourself.  Knowingly accompanying them where they are forbidden to be and posting pics on Facebook of violations in progress doesn’t help them.

Just unfriended a pal who plays too many silly games, always stirring it up, pretending to know this, to not know that, needing constant input and feedback. It’s exhausting and stopped being fun years ago.  In the name of “friendship” I let it slide for years but now it’s turned into such a time waster, I can’t continue it. Nothing is more important than that I feel good.  A galpal says, “Friendship is like a bank account; if someone isn’t making a positive deposit into your life then clearly the relationship is in the red , and it’s time to close the account.”

A pug’s emotional reaction to the end of Homeward Bound.  This is how I’ve felt the past few months 🙂 Some days I feel so happily bouyant that it is all I can do to stay in my body. Yay to me for attracting that and sustaining it.