Sorry, do it THEN talk about it. In 2014, I will not offer sympathy for those who say they want to improve their health, yet continue to eat massive sugar, drink, smoke and stay inactive.  The same with those who talk about what challenges their children have, yet they don’t stay home with them enough to give them useful life tools.  You can either talk about that what’s you want or you can make it happen.  You’ve got the power.

I blew it! The bf left his phone in my car and I returned it without taking it out of his jacket. That was my chance to snoop and spy to my heart’s content!  But I’ve learned to never snoop because the seen cannot be unseen.  Plus I’ve always got so many things queued up in my head awaiting thought time that it’s just not a priority. I like a man who keeps some mystery about himself. I don’t need to know everything.

I ended 2013 two pounds heavier than I began it, but I ended 2012 ten pounds lighter so I’m still ahead. It’s easy to maintain my flexibility and weight by daily yoga and keeping my fat grams under 60 a day, which I do. It’s easy to stay fit and toned if I work out every other day, which I… well, don’t… always.  But I have found what works for me food wise.  It only takes about a week to stop sugar cravings, since my sugar comes from bread. Last July, I began eating bread several times a week. Bread keeps an extra 4 pounds on me. So I can’t judge friends who say they’d like to get healthy and slim down then post high calorie recipes on Facebook.  I find myself biting my tongue when they post pics of the delicious, huge high fat treats they’ve made their kids. The same reason I will not overfeed my pet, I don’t want them set up to develop health problems later on. I stay mum unless someone asks for my opinion. Continue reading →

What was going to be a quiet night home turned into a flurry of activity out and about. A crisp, clear night sky, no moon/new moon, stars bright as the fireworks at midnight. Yes, I took a sip of beer but I was drunk on Love.

New def: A racc-luse is a raccoon who stays in its own wooded lot.
Wiki: A recluse is a person who lives in voluntary seclusion from the public and society. There are many potential reasons for becoming a recluse, including: a personal philosophy that lives outside consumer society; a mystical religious outlook that involves becoming reclusive.

So lucky to have a mate who doesn’t mind when I get messages and texts at all hours – love me, love my mission! I was gonna write “occupational hazard” but it’s not a hazard at all, I love what has become my life’s work. It’s true, we don’t find our mission, our mission finds us. We send a thought out into the Universe to stick us where we’ll be of value and the mission creates itself and calls us to it.

The world is the best it has ever been.
The world is the worst it has ever been.
We get to choose which to focus on and come into alignment with.