Today my only goal is to take a stroll down Feel Good Lane. Nothing feels as good as having my thoughts focused intently on something enjoyable. Nothing. It’s empowering to know I am in control of where to focus my thoughts. And I can change the direction of my focus in this very moment if I choose to.
Author Archives: Andrea
Getting in the right state of mind is like foreplay; it begins way in advance. I envisioned it and they built it around me.
I sleep in stages. I’ll go months with erratic sleep and then spend many hours a day for weeks sleeping at odd hours, catching up on my REM. It’s heaven when that happens, but it plays havoc with my social life. My personal life revolves around my sleep/work schedule. Sleep comes first, since when it comes, I surrender to it. Work comes second and I do more work than any two people I know. I have many irons in the fire, and each is maintained by a little attention on a regular basis. My work is not hard, it just requires sustained focus while in the right state of consciousness. Getting in the right state of mind is like foreplay. It begins waaaaay in advance. To entrain myself into that state of consciousness, there are several things I do. Continue reading
I trade the giant couch for a perfect winged back chair
Mercury helped me stay goal oriented and productive today. I moved out a giant couch I’d bought a couple of years ago, as it was taking up way too much space in the living room. I like to rearrange my furniture too much to have any one piece be too large. Plus I like a lot of space between my molecules, and the more sparsely furnished my rooms are lately, the better I like it. With the couch gone, I cleaned the living room floor, then did some editing and design work, sold 2 ads and 3 subscriptions, and did some billing. After a nap, I ended the day hanging out at the pool with the man, floating on my noodle. I had crispy, crunchy oven fried eggplant for dinner. Later, sitting on the new floral wing chair galpal Pam traded me for the couch, I was hand stitching a kirtan pillow when I heard a big crash from the back office and Benny the Cat came flying out, looking guilty. He’d jumped up on a shelf that held altar items and knocked them and a lamp over. Nothing was broken. I turned in early, my goal to deliver mags to Melbourne and Cassadaga in the morning. I love an early start!
I can make it easy or I can make it hard
Holding a Vision for the Downed Power Line on Summer Solstice
Last night about 8pm, after lots of lightning, the power went out. It was off for about 10 minutes when we drove a block away to the bf’s house to turn off his computer so it didn’t run down the battery. On the way, we ran over a downed power line stretched across the road. I called it in to 911 and we watched as emergency crews responded. I didn’t want to deplete my phone, otherwise I’d have live reported it on Facebook as it happened. A fire truck responded within 10 minutes, and four patrol cars within another 10. It had stopped raining by the time the two FPL trucks arrived 20 minutes after that. At 8:45 pm the sun was setting and they had the big giant search lights playing on the tall Australian pine trees, where a downed branch had torn down the line. Continue reading
I Get Smart. A Smart TV, That Is.
I bought a “smart” tv today. Youtube was one of the things I wanted a smart tv for. YouTube has a lot of instructional videos and right now I’m into watching art lessons and workout shows. I asked on Facebook “I bought a new smart tv, how do I get it to stream from my iPad or my laptop? What do I need for it to do that?” The problem was I was asking the wrong question. I asked how to stream data from my iPad or laptop to the new tv, so that’s what everyone answered. My question should have been, “How do I watch YouTube videos on my new smart tv?” The answer would have been “click on the app.” But I didn’t ask that. I didn’t know I was asking the wrong question. So I spent several hours today unnecessarily involved in info gathering. Continue reading
REM sleep rocks!
Insomnia sure puts a dent in my festival of sleep. I’m always answering one more email or making one last edit and then end up crashed in the living room rather than just going to bed at first yawn. Then, as now, at 3:00am, contemplating which of valerian root, melatonin, coffea cruda, Calm’s Forte or GABA might let me sleep the most effectively today. On the plus side, with insomnia, I always have the time for yoga, meditation, creative visualization and working out. On the other hand, REM sleep rocks! I’ve been catching up on sleep. I had interesting dream, Tony Bennett singing Bob Marley’s Exodus in true Tony Bennett fashion. I love Tony Bennett, but this was just disturbing. Then I was handed my weekly paycheck for $11,538.47. As soon as I opened the envelope, the amount was displayed on large screen tvs that surrounded me. I wrote the amount down as soon as I woke up. I wondered what my tax implication for the year would be on $600k. Thanks REM sleep.
Armadillo Medicine!
Coming back from the mailbox, I saw a lone armadillo along the garden path, foraging in the mulch. They usually travel in families but she was alone today. I love armadillo energy. It is all about defining space, setting boundaries, and letting things roll right off. I’ve had to cancel a few phone sessions because of my voice, and armadillo reminds me to roll myself up in my own positive energy, that my own medicine is within myself.
It isn’t easy having a recluse as a partner
What really rocks is having a boyfriend who understands the concept of me holding a silent retreat with myself at my own home and helps me maintain the atmosphere to stay in the bhav. It takes a certain kinda partner to grok a mate who is by nature a recluse. I couldn’t have made a better choice if I’d done it on purpose.
To all the “sensitives” out there complaining of everyone else’s “negative energy” attaching to them, if you cleared up and released your own past baggage, it would have nothing to attach to. Big Giant Secret: No one can weave a bond of discord with you if you contribute no strands to the weaving.