A galpal jokes that I’ll say I’m going back to work or going to nap, then she’ll see me posting videos on Facebook of my bamboo growing or saying I’m going out to mow the grass. I laughed because I hear that a lot. That’s the beauty of having the job I have. The main part of my job is preparing my consciousness to do the work I do. Preparing my mind by focusing my intent, preparing myself to be open and receptive to guidance. I do this by a series of little routines, sometimes it’s just a break for yoga and meditation in the woods. Sometimes a walk down to the firepit inspires me to begin clearing a trail or pruning a hedge, rooting the cuttings in the ground, watering it all in. All these things I do as my routine to wind down and get into the mind state that allows me to receive guidance and do my work. Sometimes I clean or rearrange furniture to wind down, often I play silently on Facebook. So when I’m doing these things, believe it or not, I may be working. At this stage of my life, I’m never surprised at what work looks like. To someone looking in, my work day consists of me getting up and visiting with a friend then checking email then maybe mowing the grass then taking videos of the cat, then back at the desk for Facebook, then some astrology charts and magazine work, then taking a pic of whatever I’m cooking for dinner and putting that on Facebook. And yes, if I do it right, that can be a full day’s work.
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Sunrise over the Indian River
I took a predawn ride to the Indian River this morning and watched the sunrise. It came up fast and orange and glowing so brilliant I could only watch for a few moments. Peering down into the water, I could see crabs fumbling around, and there were egrets and ibis walking around feeding on the little fish left by the crabber’s net. Then home to play in the yard awhile and give the mulberry tree a good watering. Ok, I also worked…
Astrology: right now I’m more a Gemini than an Aries
The last few years I’ve become very chatty and notice in my astrology that I am a progressed Gemini. That means at this time in my life, I am likely to behave and think more Gemini-like than Aries-like. As I study the Gemini traits, I see where it makes sense. Interesting how that works, it gives me insight into me right now. If you’d like to know yours, just let me know.
If you can’t ignore an existing reality, morph it
“Every day you spend on this earth is a day closer to finally living.” A friend turned me on to the quotes of Yasmin Mogahed. She’s Islamic but her messages are universal. She also says “Ignoring a Reality doesn’t make it less Real. It’s still going to happen. Being unprepared for something doesn’t stop it from happening.” A friend brought that to my attention and asked if I agreed with it, citing her quarrelsome, buttinski mother in law. “Me ignoring her isn’t going to make her any less of a bitch.” I don’t disagree with it, but my experience is that while ignoring a “reality” doesn’t make it less “real,” placing your attention elsewhere will take you out of vibrational resonance with it, thus it becomes less “real” in your experience. Continue reading
The transformer blows but I do not lose power
Early Sunday morning while listening to a private piano concerto and sauteing veggies and parsley garlic hummus to go in toasted burritos for brunch, I heard a transformer blow, which usually signals our power going down. It didn’t. An FPL truck came by and said someone reported me out of power. I am on a different grid than across the street. Through the decades, they usually have power when my block loses it. Not this time. What happened was the FPL dude was confused since both mailboxes are on my side of the street.
A lazy fall Saturday morning ~ awakening in Paradise
Began the day chillaxing at the firepit after a few hours work, watching the critters’ predawn parade. Hot tea and coffee to celebrate the sunrise, later, masala spiced homefries with red peppers in grilled tortillas, with a dipping sauce of Debra Strasser‘s beauty berry jelly mixed with sriracha and and soy yogurt. A mid morning pruning of the eleganus bush outside the back porch while discussing astrology, a bike ride round the block. Now, windows and doors open to the crisp Fall air; birds at the bath, bunny chewing celery stalks under the mulberry tree, eleagnus bush fully pruned, the Beloved close at hand. Does it get any better than this?
Love it all – if it’s not easy, there is your challenge.
Love it all – if it’s not easy, there is your challenge. Toni Pugliese Costanzo
An ever widening, expansive view in the wonderland I live and work in
A busy day! Clearing the in box of administrative work, computer and phones updated, I just measured and cut 3 pieces of wood and drilled holes and fastened them to my office window frame to create a shelf for the squirrels and birds to sit and eat seeds and watch me work. I love having extra wood at home to make stuff with! I redirected the bulb on the security lamp that shines into the west woods, so when I work at night I can watch the critter parade. I took down the storm shutter to open the view. I usually leave it up since it helps block the oak and pine deadfall on windy, stormy days, but the barred windows do a good job of that.
Moving up from Miami in 1983, I naturally assumed every new home would have burglar bars… I learned ours isn’t a high crime area but the bars do a good job of keeping the branches from breaking a windowpane during a storm. Right now there are 2 squirrels foraging on the ground outside the window, and a lone armadillo emerging from the west woods. I pulled up about a mile of ferns on the pathway to the firepit, so they are likely getting whatever grubs and worms I exposed. The circle of life is always evident in my yard. Right outside my office window, at eye level is a giant philodendron and right now there is a pair of cardinals in it, speaking to eat other. They are 3 feet away from the bird bath where the doves are cooing and imbibing, I can hear their wings fluttering. It’s a wonderland living here, working here. Someone asked the other day where’d I go for vacation. I guess I stopped thinking of my job and my life as something I’d need a vacation from. If I live in Paradise, where would I want to go?
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My calls indicate everyone feels the economy improving
As usual, the calls I get on any given week all have similar themes, because that is how law of attraction works. I’m always getting calls on topics I am either experiencing now or have in the past, so it’s no surprise that the past two weeks everyone’s attitude and expectations are looking up relative to income. I purposely don’t watch the news since historically nothing going on in it seems to affect my daily life. No matter what details – jobs, income, social security – change, I know I will be guided to make the changes needed to thrive. I just need to be flexible and open to things appearing in ways I didn’t expect. Continue reading
She (thinks she) misses the illusion of the soul mate
A friend is stewing over a bad break up, feeling very ripped off by someone who pretended to be her soul mate for 4 years. She asked me why she couldn’t get over it, why she kept thinking about it, even though she wanted nothing to do with her ex. I reminded her of what she already knew. One reason she was so drawn to him was that he poured constant attention and flattery on her, constantly charming her with flirtatious antics. It didn’t matter that the soul mate relationship wasn’t real, the attention was real. She enjoyed getting caught up in his future fantasy talk. I reminded her that was what she missed. She didn’t miss him so much as she missed having the focused attention of someone who showered her with constant praise and gave her daily guided meditations pointing toward a happy, hopeful future. That none of it was real is irrelevant. What’s real? Continue reading