Valuing Sleep

I love sleeping. I love naps. I love the idea that we can rest our bodies, our minds, and drift off into another world, into a place where we're more of who we are, where we have a greater knowing of our vibrational nature. It's blissful.


I love the feeling of drifting off, wonderful images passing through my mind's eye, listening to the call of the many non-physical beings that are always with me, always guiding me.

I love the refreshment of sleep and resting - and how just a few minutes can bring me back into alignment, change my perspective, and discover a whole new world around me.

I slept in this morning, until almost noon. I cannot remember the last time I did that, but I am so appreciating the amazing journeys that took place. It's funny, too, because I first woke at 7 am, but the desire to return to my wonderful soft pillow, my silky sheets and cozy quilt wouldn't be denied. The really interesting part is that I didn't feel tired or exhausted. What an odd combination - to feel awake and rested, but desiring the experience that only sleep provides. It's a world that beckoned me to come play just a little longer. So I did.

What a wonderful gift we've given ourselves with sleep. Each day I love discovering more and more things that are evidence of our brilliance and genius. The perfection of sleep is mind blowingly awesome! Isn't it perfect? Each day, or whenever the feeling comes over us - we can lay down - reconnect with who we are, go to places known and unknown - make new discoveries and then come back to our physical awareness and have another experience. Omg - we're such busy and frisky and active beings!

I love this! I love this human experience. Who wouldn't love it? Who wouldn't want to come back here again, and again, and again, and again, and again? Even for the experience of sleep. ~sigh~ I love myself for being a genius creator. 

Sweet and precious dreams to one and all!

Golden Treasures

This morning I took my son, Benjamin, to work and after returning home Cooper and I walked around the front lawn, discovering discarded things the raccoons leave at the bottom of the oak tree. But, a few feet beyond the oak, a golden object laid shimmering in the grass. It turned out to be a small piece from a honeycomb. It fascinated me...to find this masterful piece of bee architecture that would rival the works of all the great builders in history; that would rival the first Masons. In the center of each magnificently engineered hexagonal cell was a consequential symbol that we, in modern times, have come to defined as Peace. I stood there amazed and amused at the ease in which nature communicates with us --- if we choose to pay attention.

Although the comb was drained of all its thick golden liquid, the aromatic vestiges remained with a scent so sweet and musky my tongue tingled with the memory of it's deliciousness nectar.

I felt the rush of appreciate and even excitement wash over me as this tiny piece of nature could bring me so much joy. I thought about all the bees that were once part of this colony and the busy work they did to make their hive. I thought about all the plants and flowers they pollenated, that because of their contribution so much in our world is thriving. I also thought that the bees aren't thinking about their contribution to this world - they're simply following their bliss - their joy - doing what they love to do. They set off each day, their senses taking them to the most delicious smelling discoveries, filling them with an intoxicating sense of well-being. I thought about how they work in harmony with one another and never waver from their intentions. I thought about their tiny bodies and how they defy the rules of aerodynamics and most of all the law of gravity - and yet they fly to their heart's abandon.

My amazing day started with a miracle and message that left me swooning from the sweet call of my own intentions:

Follow My Bliss - Follow My Heart - Follow What Feels Good.

Are you enjoying the contrast of your time, space reality?

I am so appreciating the value of contrast for giving unconditionally to me the opportunity to decide what I prefer is a better life experience. For anything and everything!

The most excellent part is I get to decide the contrast of my life. Me! No one else! I also get to decide how much, or how little. Omg - that is so amazing and empowering. What a testament to this Universe and how much I'm loved and adored and appreciated.

Divine Intelligence, All That Is, the Quantum Field, Zero Point Energy, God, Goddess, Source, Creator, no matter the name, that is who I am...Who I *really* am. And, I experience Who I Am as so valuable and worthy and deserving, that I sent myself forth into this time/space reality, with complete confidence, trust and knowing that I would never get anything wrong and that all of my creations are valued and appreciated and worthy. I love the me of Me so much, that the only thing I AM capable of is holding me in absolute perfection. This love is so big, so huge, so infinite - there are no words which are able to convey the depth of appreciation this Universe gazes upon me.

I don't know if my heart can contain such a love, but each day I open myself up more and more to the receiving and allowing.

It is through the contrast of my experiences that I have remembered Who I Am. And so I bless this contrast, this delicious, amazing, incredible, delicious, awesome, magnificent, intelligent contrast --- for it has reminded me I Am Free and have always been free. Free to choose, free to decide, free to experience and become anything I can ever possibly desire!

I have given to myself the lottery jackpot of human experiences!

Floating like a Kite

I was thinking earlier what it is I might like about a specific area of interest. And in this process I extended that desire further to see what it would feel like. As I did this, I realized my thoughts had taken me to a place which reflected something I didn’t want. So, while the not wanted received more than 68 seconds of my focus, I quickly snapped myself back to here and began slowly releasing the previous energy. Through this, I learned what I wanted. It was a good exercise in deciphering.

It’s interesting, because we grow up believing this twisted, false premise that in order to release something from our lives, we need to push against it. We need to talk about why we don’t want it, all the implications of how something is most undesirable, how other’s don’t want it, all the conversations that engage the not wanting. The false premise being, of course, that if we talk about something enough, we’ll have learned all there is to know about it and in the process keep ourselves away from experiencing whatever it is we don’t want. In essence we're taught to Push Against.

Releasing simply means giving our attention to something wanted. It’s like holding a balloon in the wind. To keep the balloon from flying away, we must hold onto the string tightly. However, should anything distract our attention and we loosen our grip on the string, the balloon can fly away freely.

So, too, goes the things unwanted in my life. It’s hard, sometimes, to not give the unwanted our attention. It really is very compelling and interesting, and sometimes so damn habitual – we might not know what to think if we didn’t think the unwanted. I'm finding out, lately, that if I close my eyes and see myself as a kite, floating gently and easily across the sky, going to wherever the wind has set its course, that which I am not wanting is released from my attention, making room for more pleasurable, if not blissful, experiences.

I'm discovering that it’s true what Abraham says: reach for the feeling and not the thought. Reach for the memory of a delicious feeling or emotion, or just one that feels better than the previous, the thoughts will soon form. They’ll soon come to me, because it’s law.

There really is nothing I have to do, or attempt to think. All I’ve ever had to do is what feels best, from wherever I stand. That’s it. But, it does require a conversation with oneself. It does require being so in tune with myself that I know what I'm feeling. This does require I stay awake and aware and commit myself to the idea that Nothing Is More Important Than I Feel Good; not Think Good.

Without accepting this concept, this idea, I have no gauge; I will have no compass or touchstone. Each and every circumstance, condition, or event gives me another opportunity to know who I am, to strengthen my confidence in my knowledge, and to employ my understanding for the foundation I'm creating.


I am my Touchstone ~ I am my Constant ~ I am my Creator ~ I am my Buried Treasure ~ I am my Heart's Desir

Some mornings are like that

I woke up this morning feeling like my world was upside down.

So, I decided to get away and sit by the river. Funny how things in nature can reflect what's going on within you. Like the rapids in the river, it was hard to find a thought where I didn't feel the upheaval of my emotions.

But, with a little bit of effort, I was able to gain a broader perspective and things started to look and feel different. Started to think different thoughts too.  Like, maybe things aren't so bad.  There's much in my life to appreciate.

While the circumstances and conditions haven't changed, I do believe it's going to be a Bright, Sun Shiny Day.

After all, no one ever said Living Happily Ever After wasn't going to take some focus and reaching for better feeling thoughts.

What do you love? What brings you joy?

It's that time of year, when all the creatures big and small, human, beast and plant begin to feel the awakening of Spring.  Oh, it's not here just yet, but you can smell it in the air just as easily as the first, succulent fruit of the harvest season. Even more so, you can feel it in your bones as it calls out to you, filling you with anticipation of all that's coming into being.

It's no surprise, then, when I woke early this morning and asked myself my favorite morning question: What brings me joy?, the awakening spring ritual was my answer. I tried to read my email - but it was pointless.  I tried to get excited about doing something in the house - but that was useless. Truth is, and more than anything, I wanted to be outdoors, my hands in the dirt, my mind planning and plotting out gardens for flowers and delicious vegetables; redesigning my chicken coop to become the most chic and happening brooding house on West River Road; I wanted to mark trees for removal...the wood offering to be used for the fireplace, compost, as well as spring-summer-fall bon fires. I planted rows and rows of peony this morning, as well as several small fruit orchards. The small, yet absolutely adorable summer kitchen that sits upon my farm, was completely revamped into a magnificent writing and relaxing home for dwellers and guests alike. Oh, I even replaced the roof on the main house with a gorgeous standing seam - in a charcoal color no less.

Yes indeed - my morning and afternoon was very productive, with most of it taking place in my mind's eye. I love, love, love my imagination and all the ideas and desires that are born - especially when it comes to anything related to the home / cooking / gardening / farming.

When my imagination could no longer contain the enthusiasm bubbling inside me, I did the one thing that would get my dogs more excited than me:  I showed them their leashes and into the SUV the three of us went. First, we enjoyed a mile long hike through Sidecut Park with, thankfully, most of the deer taking their late morning / early afternoon siesta. I love seeing deer on my walks, but Lucy and Cooper tell me it's their solemn mission to protect me from all beasts, including those I enjoy. Lucy + Cooper + Deer = WARNING, WARNING, HIGH ALERT!

Afterward, we took a quick drive through a local fast food joint for coffee (me) and chicken strips (the dogs!). As I sat in the parking lot, wondering what was next for our adventurous day, it's no surprise my truck intimately knows my strongest desires and took me, post haste, to my farm.

Confession --- the farm I've named, and moved into (if only in my mind), isn't really mine. At least not according to the county auditor, and the people that still hold the deed. Nevertheless, it's mine in heart, spirit and mind. If there ever was a great love affair between human and land - then that would be me and this property. It's a wonderful and lovely home and farm that's been on the market for almost 2 years, if not longer. There's been a few close calls where someone actually thought the place was theirs and attempted a purchase, but luckily and selfishly for me -- the sales fell through. Whew!

Joyfully, the dogs and I traipsed through the snow, making our rounds on the farm - noticing where wildlife had done the same thing hours earlier. Things I never noticed before popped out waiting for my camera's acknowledgment - of which I gladly obliged. When it came time for the three of us to once again climb inside the warm comfort of the truck, I said my good-byes, infused the home and property with my love and appreciation, and drove away shouting the best Arnold impersonation possible:  "I'll Be Back!"