Whatever happened to my miracle recipe? Let it go and let it be? It is 11:23 am and a friend is trying to call me but both of the phones in V.’s house are low on battery. That gives me a chance to write. I’ve had a chance to be. Even tho I was doing too. Arranging the things that need to be done.
I feel myself slowly back to connecting with all that is. Simply chatting with a friend in NY and thinkin’ bout the trees did the trick. What else? My miracle recipe. Was I ever resisting! Holeee. Trust! I must. And my faith is coming back to me full force. How can I not trust in that which I have set out for myself? Go with the flow of the river and focus on what needs to be done right now. (draft saved:11:31:13 am word count: 133)
And that is what I do while letting my dreams go and be so they can transform the way they were always meant to be. Do you have to look at a flower all the time in order to make sure it grows? No. A flower grows naturally and its something you can’t see but suddenly it’s there! Bright, beautiful and luscious. Some flowers grow overnight. So why did I have this enormous fright?
(word count: 222)And since when am I back to re-acting to that? No no, that’s not the way we wanna go. I’ve let it all go. And be. (word count:237) And arising is some new clarity. You can’t build something on a foundation that isn’t quite ready. Quite, cuz I’m ready but I do have to deal with some unfinished bizz in La Olande. No fun but it has to be done. I’ve let it slide for too long and now is the time to deal with it. Endings and new beginnings. Simultaneously. Even tho I can’t see my new beginnings yet, I know it’s there. I’ve seen it. In my minds’ eye. (word count: 333)And I trust myself again. Yes. I’m back. And I’m happy I did express about my perceived mess. It kept me sane while goin’ thru this hurricane.
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My dad called me this morning. It was sweet. He really tried to be there for me. It doesn’t matter that at the end of our chat he fell right back on what he knows to do best. Which is to attack when you’re already with your back, up against the wall. But it’s ok, it didn’t get to me. Right there and then I realized: this trip is going to be a blessing in disguise. I get to practice what I preach while accepting the help from family. I sense that they do want to help me. Even tho they might think I’m slightly crazy. That’s ok, I don’t take it personally. I accept and love me and with that I love you too, regardless of what you say or do.
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I can’t cook. But I do have a fave recipe. And it works magic for me. I can let my dreams be. I’ve watered them enough. Let it go and let it be. Yes, I does work for me! Clarity? The trip is to tie up loose ends in physicality and spent a little quality time with my family. After (word count: 555) all; they’ve signed a contract too. We’d help each other to be the best we can possible be by being the student and teacher simultaneously.
OMG, here we go!! You ready for the ride?? So am I…(published: 12:00 pm)
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