Month: January 2023

I am brilliant.

I am unstoppable.

When more hold space in their beings, the grace of healing expands.

Honestly, I did not know there were others like me.

I grew up in the Central Valley, Santa Clara Valley, amd the Central Coast while searching.

Only now do I begin to see reflection of my inner light emerging from seeds that were so long ago planted.

Picking out items of delight in the thrift store, for a moment I carry them in my basket, relishing the thought of decorating my home.

Then, I put them back, relieved to not spend limited funding, having brought them to light for the milling, hungry throng.

It’s ok to not have my next sense of direction, yet.

I’m going to say it.

I’m going to be it.

I’m going to do it.

I’m going to live it.

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Just in time for tomorrow’s lesson!

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I’ll check out the sheet music for “Ain’t Even Done With The Night” by John Mellencamp.

She told me to write a book one day – that she would have liked to read it.

It would have been long and boring if done traditionally, rather than here as current stream of consciousness

I once read about a male celebrity who mentioned how dicey it was to date these days because of the women’s protection movement prohibiting men to behave according to past assertive chivalric customs in courtship.

He explained that this made it difficult for him to feel secure asking a woman for a friendship outside of his known circles of preestablished friends.

If the options are slimmed down to friends and past singke connections that have now become partnered, this leaves a person with no one.

It seems that my relationship work here is done.

She had arrived in a region once lush with marshlands and wildlife, then diverted and drained for farming by a people basic in their needs and understanding.

As she grew, she sought others of her kind and gravitated toward creatives, unjudging of their temperments while supporting their good within.

Life was long and stretched painfully without engagement stimulation, so she stuck with a group like a drenched bird to a floating branch clings.

As the water of life carried her into her twenties to a gentle region by the sea, she thought she had done well for herself despite obvious difficulties.

Determined to create and nourish love when she could not find it, she turned her efforts toward raising two empowered children as her dynasty.

The first one introduced me to the other two among new friends before he moved away.

The second pretended to like me long enough to dislodge me so that another girl could go after the first, who it turned out no longer wanted me.

Later, after the third saw how the second treated me over time, third made a bid for my company.

I loved him for his excellent qualities, his witty intelligence, and his heart for standing up for me.

I thought he was my man and fought for him for so many years – way beyond his initial chivalry.

Full circle complete, I move forward on my own. What can be built as individuals collaborating is not the same (or even possible) when prospective contributors have partners of their own.

They were all friends at one time, but then went their separate ways.

I loved each one in their turn, over years and separation from those days.

I saw the goodness in their eyes – the vulnerability they struggled to hide.

I did my best to reach for it and pull it forward into the light.

Each one now has a good life partner, and I am happy for them.

What’s Divine resides within us, waiting for us to reach.

Touching upon previous lifetime interactions restimulates camoflage behaviors attempting to smother now’s authenticity. Initially and with touch-and-go distance, I can regain my own progress – but it must be with limited doses of exposure so adherence to self grows stronger.

By night, haggard and brittle.

By day, still quite capable.

At what point will I catch up to my true self, decompress and dispose of the past’s baggage, and make way for youth’s renewing waters to flow again?

I have allowed both dogs onto my pristine bedroom rugs.

The hound loudly works at a bamboo forked bone.

The wolf regally rests her head against her own paws.

And the queen yowls, discontent after being put away for the night.

All is well as I wonder: can I finished my SOAP notes before her insistance bugs me?

Meanwhile, the song playing to “Betsy Drake: The Uncommon Star” lilts on repeat.

Add this to my many talents…

Oh yeah…

I need to look into singing lessons.

It looks like I’m functional…

Heh hee heh!

I have veen getting compliments and praise for my therapy melting muscle tension like magic.

Today I was called upon to help athletes who had pulled their lower backs unwind spasm torsions.

Seven sessions were performed on various levels – including returning to the office in the evening.

My muscles are now overworked but pumped up by intention’s stepping up to help “save the day.”

Through my dedicated efforts, it was amazing to help restore their integral sacral-hip movement.

She kept returning to where his soul used to be.

Isn’t this what we do when we lose good loving?

Couples are getting married and women are becoming pregnant around me.

I am making some mistakes, which is unusual for me. Perhaps I no longer need to be a superhero.