in late november of 2005 an injury emerged in my right foot. really, it was like that. it emerged. or, perhaps, descended is a more fitting word. i literally came home from work one day and took off my comfortable/practical footwear (no potentially pain-inducing shoes for this chiquita) and experienced a powerful, piercing pain in my right foot. it felt like a bone in my foot needed to crack or that two bones were stuck together in a weird, unaligned way and needed to be realigned. the pain was debilitating.
after a bit of a fiasco with one doctor, a new doctor and an mri i was diagnosed with a stress pressure and was given a snazzy black cam walker boot to wear & a prescription for what would be months of physical therapy. this was the beginning of a series of sudden events (all in 6 months) that ripped through my life, transforming my life beyond recognition. [did i mention that days after finishing physical therapy for my right foot injury i took a misstep while walking down my narrow, steep & curvy staircase in my (former) home and severely injured the left foot?] the transformation is still unfolding.
in recent weeks my right foot has been a bit achy. it's aching on a deeper level in the past 24 hours. and, i've been a bit hysterical about it (at least in my mind & energetically). visions of me in a big black boot in africa dance in my head. [the same boot i was wearing when our beloved bella went off to africa for her study abroad program.] this a.m. with tears in my eyes and a strong desire to crawl under my desk at work and sob uncontrollably and howl i sent an e-mail entitled, "help!" to members of my community. it was all i knew to do; it was all there was to do. what i was asking for (as i realized in receiving my community members' responses) was: "please speak to me in the spacious, loving voice of wisdom/spirit because i can't quite get it together enough to gift myself with this voice. i am too busy being anxious & dismayed. please give me other words (words other than the "f" bomb!). thank you very much." [speaking of anxious, i recently heard someone define anxiety as "excitement without breath."]
so here i sit. having iced my foot, made an appt. with my beloved bodyworker and taken some deep breaths. [nearly everyone's first response to my "help!" message was: "breathe."] i am noticing my resistance. again. again & again & again i notice this: my resistance. i don't want this to be this way. i want it to be my way. my way does not include an aching right foot three weeks from when i am boarding a plane to travel to the land where my bella died.
i'm not gonna lie, i want to throw some color-full language in the direction of spirit/energy/love/light/god. and, isn't it true that spirit/energy/love/light/god is really me? so, yes, i suppose i want to throw some color-full language my way, too. we are one. it always comes to this doesn't it? no-body, no-being, no-thing is doing this to me. it is. it is life. living. being.
and, here i sit. as i am a vessel of wisdom and as it is nearly 12 hours, 1/2 a day, since i sent out my plea, can i respond to my "help!" message? i can begin.
sweet gem, you are doing a really good job of paying attention to your right foot. yes, sometimes you are obsessing. and, that's okay, too. you are listening. all that's being asked right now is that you take that attention deeper...that you tune into the listening tucked away underneath those first layers. you are excavating & adventuring. i know it's dark in there. still, i know, there is a voice in this that wants to be heard by you. i know you are beginning to hear it. faintly. and, i know that you want to find it, hear this voice and her words clearly. i know you want to cozy up next to her/these words. i know, too, that you are a bit resistant. that you don't know if you can or want to tune in. i know you're wondering: what will be asked of me? and, i want you to know: we can do this. complete the circle. heal more. i know you're hungry for it. i know that as you were reading about Rabi'a al-'Adawiyya last night that you were touched by these words "on fire with love and longing" and that you knew that this was you, too: on fire with love and longing. this has always been you. on fire. this foot thing, it's only this: you becoming more of you. filling up your own (spirit) self in your (spirit) skin. your body is a temple. these words keep showing up, yes?! we are cleansing the vessel. keep tuning in. it will all be taken care of. you will be taken care of.
peace to you all on this winter's night.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
spirit speak & a funny
spirit speaks. she tells me:
*you beam.
*you glimmer.
*go gently.
*i gift you with: love, an open heart, spaciousness & adventure.
*i am here & i am there.
*remember to invite me in.
*you are connected.
*there is no separation.
*you are a pilgrim.
*it is your re-birthday! celebrate!
*this is where the "work" is. the "work" is always in the this, whatever/wherever this is (in the present moment).
*remember "we." we at all times. not just when you are praying your prayers. not just when you are practicing yoga or meditating. when you practice your french & while you figure out the digital camera & that new ipod; it's all we time. we're a we.
*let go.
*indulge.
*savor.
*taste.
*rest.
*you are the fire.
*i am always holding space for you, protecting you, guarding you & your sacred journey. i am keeping watch.
*cultivate your posture of be-ing. ease. soften. relax.
*you are my partner.
today's funny: the yoga studio wasn't opening until 4:15 pm; it was 4:07 pm. seeking shelter from the cold i crossed the street & stepped inside a card store. i picked up a card that said something like: "i miss you. and, i am being brave. sobbing, yes. and, i am being brave." this is the card i'd send to bella today. it made me giggle out loud. the perfection.
*you beam.
*you glimmer.
*go gently.
*i gift you with: love, an open heart, spaciousness & adventure.
*i am here & i am there.
*remember to invite me in.
*you are connected.
*there is no separation.
*you are a pilgrim.
*it is your re-birthday! celebrate!
*this is where the "work" is. the "work" is always in the this, whatever/wherever this is (in the present moment).
*remember "we." we at all times. not just when you are praying your prayers. not just when you are practicing yoga or meditating. when you practice your french & while you figure out the digital camera & that new ipod; it's all we time. we're a we.
*let go.
*indulge.
*savor.
*taste.
*rest.
*you are the fire.
*i am always holding space for you, protecting you, guarding you & your sacred journey. i am keeping watch.
*cultivate your posture of be-ing. ease. soften. relax.
*you are my partner.
today's funny: the yoga studio wasn't opening until 4:15 pm; it was 4:07 pm. seeking shelter from the cold i crossed the street & stepped inside a card store. i picked up a card that said something like: "i miss you. and, i am being brave. sobbing, yes. and, i am being brave." this is the card i'd send to bella today. it made me giggle out loud. the perfection.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
a gentle birth & moments with food & what is heart shaped
we sat together facing one another on saturday morning, partnered to participate in an exercise on intuition. he told me he saw a cupcake and wondered if there was a birthday. this part didn't make sense at first. he told me that he saw a bird held gently in the palm of a hand. he told me that my gift was my gentleness. later i remembered that an aspect of my horoscope for 2007 was "a gentle birth." i remembered that an image i was working with during the past year is the image of eggs resting in a nest. i understood that indeed i am celebrating a gentle birth, a re-birth. so, yes, there is a birthday, a re-birthday and i will be treating myself to a cupcake soon. perhaps a chocolate cupcake with peanut butter icing. one of my favorites. would you like to come to the party?!
***
at the end of last week i had a series of moments with food.
moment 1: while enjoying a mango (a bella favorite) for breakfast at work i filled out some paperwork which required me to list my family members, their ages, their relationships to me and their genders. beside bella's name i wrote "sister" and for the first time ever (in reference to my sweet sister) i wrote the word "deceased." words are so limiting sometimes...
moment 2: at the end of my mango-for-breakfast-at-work day i entered my apartment building and greeted a familiar scent. the kind of scent that lives in my bones. it took me back, in a flash, to the days of opening the front door of my home after school and smelling my momma's spaghetti sauce and meatballs cooking on the stove and feeling my heart lift. for a moment, i returned to the memory of this comfort and the gift of feeling at home, safe, with family. a little miracle at the end of a work day that began with a mango and the word "deceased."
moment 3: i sat at my kitchen table last friday afternoon and prepared to slice up a yellow bell pepper (an ingredient in the "Italian Salad" recipe in this book). i looked at this yellow bell pepper and saw sunshine and smiled and realized bella was here, with me. my sunshine girl. i greeted her with a "hello, babe."
***
a month from today i will arrive on the continent where my beloved sister, bella, died. i invite you to read this article by Ben Okri about this continent, "Heart shaped Africa." i discovered this article via the enchanting jen lemen. me & my momma will be making a ginormous, brave, heart shaped & healing pilgrimage.
***
at the end of last week i had a series of moments with food.
moment 1: while enjoying a mango (a bella favorite) for breakfast at work i filled out some paperwork which required me to list my family members, their ages, their relationships to me and their genders. beside bella's name i wrote "sister" and for the first time ever (in reference to my sweet sister) i wrote the word "deceased." words are so limiting sometimes...
moment 2: at the end of my mango-for-breakfast-at-work day i entered my apartment building and greeted a familiar scent. the kind of scent that lives in my bones. it took me back, in a flash, to the days of opening the front door of my home after school and smelling my momma's spaghetti sauce and meatballs cooking on the stove and feeling my heart lift. for a moment, i returned to the memory of this comfort and the gift of feeling at home, safe, with family. a little miracle at the end of a work day that began with a mango and the word "deceased."
moment 3: i sat at my kitchen table last friday afternoon and prepared to slice up a yellow bell pepper (an ingredient in the "Italian Salad" recipe in this book). i looked at this yellow bell pepper and saw sunshine and smiled and realized bella was here, with me. my sunshine girl. i greeted her with a "hello, babe."
***
a month from today i will arrive on the continent where my beloved sister, bella, died. i invite you to read this article by Ben Okri about this continent, "Heart shaped Africa." i discovered this article via the enchanting jen lemen. me & my momma will be making a ginormous, brave, heart shaped & healing pilgrimage.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
rocking my world...
i'm diggin':
*this post entitled, "vocation," by the goddess-wonder, Bella.
*my new haircut & the salon where it all happened (my first time there & i will be back!).
*reading this guide book in preparation for my adventure. i depart on my 1/2 birthday...bella would so dig that! the adventure & that i'm departing on my 1/2 birthday & that i even talk about my 1/2 birthday (she did that, too...).
*reading these books about eating health-fully.
*exploring pERiwINKle's world & daisies'/dar's world.
*a productive & enriching weekend. time with friends. sleeping in on saturday & being in my pj's until late afternoon/early evening while i dove into my written work for seminary.
*re-discovering this cd, Hush. [hush. don't you just love that word?] further discovering that Jane Siberry changed her name to Issa, which led me here to a song entitled, "Anytime." i am in awe of the message (in the song, "Anytime") from bella to me, an affirmation of what i know & trust. she sings to me, "i will always be there..." have a listen here and perhaps you, too, will receive a message from one of your loves.
*Green & Black's Organic Hazelnut & Currant Dark Chocolate...yum-yum-yummy!
*discovering heart-shaped things daily, particularly on the ground in my city. i tuned into this via this sparkle-y girl; see one of her images here.
*this post entitled, "vocation," by the goddess-wonder, Bella.
*my new haircut & the salon where it all happened (my first time there & i will be back!).
*reading this guide book in preparation for my adventure. i depart on my 1/2 birthday...bella would so dig that! the adventure & that i'm departing on my 1/2 birthday & that i even talk about my 1/2 birthday (she did that, too...).
*reading these books about eating health-fully.
*exploring pERiwINKle's world & daisies'/dar's world.
*a productive & enriching weekend. time with friends. sleeping in on saturday & being in my pj's until late afternoon/early evening while i dove into my written work for seminary.
*re-discovering this cd, Hush. [hush. don't you just love that word?] further discovering that Jane Siberry changed her name to Issa, which led me here to a song entitled, "Anytime." i am in awe of the message (in the song, "Anytime") from bella to me, an affirmation of what i know & trust. she sings to me, "i will always be there..." have a listen here and perhaps you, too, will receive a message from one of your loves.
*Green & Black's Organic Hazelnut & Currant Dark Chocolate...yum-yum-yummy!
*discovering heart-shaped things daily, particularly on the ground in my city. i tuned into this via this sparkle-y girl; see one of her images here.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
unfolding
two years ago today was the last time i saw bella alive in her physical body (except for in my dreams). our family (momma, poppa, big bro & big sis) stood outside the security gate for as long as we could see her bright, shining face. we wished her well & sent her off with all of our love (over 20 years worth x 4 peeps who are madly-in-love-with-our-little-chick worth) wrapped around her little body & heart and running through her veins, as she began an adventure that none of us could ever have known/imagined. the adventure & the love is still unfolding...
as i may have said here before, "i'd do it again." i said this to our poppa hours after her death. i'd do it again. 100 million times x a gazillion times more. to know this kind of love. oh, it's so worth it. so beyond my comprehension. and, i realize: this is who god is (or, spirit, energy...). this is what god looks like. bella. she's the face of god. loving this way. this is what god looks like.
you are the face of god. i'm the face of god. your partners, hubbies, wives, kiddies, lovelies, acquaintances. you are encountering the face of god, smiling at, nodding to, holding, kissing, loving the face of god. keep loving 'em up....
as i may have said here before, "i'd do it again." i said this to our poppa hours after her death. i'd do it again. 100 million times x a gazillion times more. to know this kind of love. oh, it's so worth it. so beyond my comprehension. and, i realize: this is who god is (or, spirit, energy...). this is what god looks like. bella. she's the face of god. loving this way. this is what god looks like.
you are the face of god. i'm the face of god. your partners, hubbies, wives, kiddies, lovelies, acquaintances. you are encountering the face of god, smiling at, nodding to, holding, kissing, loving the face of god. keep loving 'em up....
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
ladybug message
yesterday afternoon as i walked home from my office to make lunch (i conveniently work two and a half blocks from where i live), i spotted a ladybug making her way across a large, square, concrete slab on the sidewalk. i keep thinking about her. i've been wondering what there is for me to learn from her. i often wonder this when i notice something delight-fully simple & beauty-fully extraordinary. i let the thing i notice enter me, touch me, move me. i make myself available for these kinds of miracles. there's no shortage of miracles in my life.
i'm discovering there's a message from this ladybug-wonder unfolding in my heart. her message (written on my heart) reads, "slow. steady now. this isn't a race. these things, these heart matters, these whole-making things, take time. pay attention. be grateful. notice the victories. there are victories. i know sometimes you think there's only one victory (namely, of the once-and-for-all-i've-healed-this variety). i have to tell you, though, there isn't just one outcome to celebrate. there are all the steps you are taking that need (they are hungry for it!) your honor & celebration. throw yourself a party! i know sometimes it feels like you are in nowheres-ville or even regression-ville. i'm here to tell you, even if you don't believe me, that's simply not true. you're doing great. you noticed me, tiny me. me, this little speck in your big city. my child, keep giving yourself that kind of attention. you're healing. yes, you are. you are going to make it across the large concrete slabs in your journey. i know you're dealing with a big, aching place right now. you've been dealin' with this for nearly two decades now. more than half your life. and, you're gonna heal it, dear girl. you're gonna. you are on your way. grace-fully. that's all for now. i'm glad our paths crossed. thank you for noticing me. thank you for receiving my message."
what messages are unfolding in your heart tonight?
i'm discovering there's a message from this ladybug-wonder unfolding in my heart. her message (written on my heart) reads, "slow. steady now. this isn't a race. these things, these heart matters, these whole-making things, take time. pay attention. be grateful. notice the victories. there are victories. i know sometimes you think there's only one victory (namely, of the once-and-for-all-i've-healed-this variety). i have to tell you, though, there isn't just one outcome to celebrate. there are all the steps you are taking that need (they are hungry for it!) your honor & celebration. throw yourself a party! i know sometimes it feels like you are in nowheres-ville or even regression-ville. i'm here to tell you, even if you don't believe me, that's simply not true. you're doing great. you noticed me, tiny me. me, this little speck in your big city. my child, keep giving yourself that kind of attention. you're healing. yes, you are. you are going to make it across the large concrete slabs in your journey. i know you're dealing with a big, aching place right now. you've been dealin' with this for nearly two decades now. more than half your life. and, you're gonna heal it, dear girl. you're gonna. you are on your way. grace-fully. that's all for now. i'm glad our paths crossed. thank you for noticing me. thank you for receiving my message."
what messages are unfolding in your heart tonight?
Saturday, January 5, 2008
my day
here's what my today looked/looks like:
*waking up to the sound of the alarm at 8:00 a.m. after 9 hours of sleep, rich with dreams. hitting snooze. staying in bed until 8:30 a.m.
*cleaning up some. eating a bit of cereal.
*leaving my nest at 9:20 a.m. for a 9:45 a.m. yoga class.
*a full (of peeps, whose new year's resolutions seem to include: "attend saturday morning yoga class"...he-he-he!) & gently strengthening yoga class led by a sweet being (during class i thought, "i want to be her friend.").
*chatting briefly with my momma (via cell) during my walk home.
*eating a bit of yogurt with a sprinkle of granola.
*showering.
*putting on one of bella's sweaters.
*chatting briefly, again, with my momma.
*walking to meet up with my dear friend, t., who was away in colorado for the holidays. so grateful for her healing & refreshing journey & her safe return.
*seeing some other beloved souls i know when i arrived at the spot where i was meeting t. sharing hugs & "happy new year!"
*accompanying t. to purchase a most fabulous hat!
*a tasty & made-with-love lunch with t. at an indian restaurant. this was my first time to this restaurant. i will be returning!
*rooibos vanilla tea with t. at a new (new to me) coffee/tea spot. i love discovering new places/spaces in my city!
*hours of heart-warming & inspiring & healing conversation with t.
*my body walked home while my spirit skipped!
*checking e-mail & checkin' in with my bloggie lights (my "daily dose" links) and some other peeps.
*sipping ginger tea.
*writing, visioning: the kind of business/practice i am called to create; the name of the business/practice i am creating; business card, logo & web page ideas...
*completing a collage.
*beginning a new collage.
*finding my way here...
and, you? what does your day look like? i hope it was/is filled with magical encounters, nourishing adventures & hope-full discoveries...
*waking up to the sound of the alarm at 8:00 a.m. after 9 hours of sleep, rich with dreams. hitting snooze. staying in bed until 8:30 a.m.
*cleaning up some. eating a bit of cereal.
*leaving my nest at 9:20 a.m. for a 9:45 a.m. yoga class.
*a full (of peeps, whose new year's resolutions seem to include: "attend saturday morning yoga class"...he-he-he!) & gently strengthening yoga class led by a sweet being (during class i thought, "i want to be her friend.").
*chatting briefly with my momma (via cell) during my walk home.
*eating a bit of yogurt with a sprinkle of granola.
*showering.
*putting on one of bella's sweaters.
*chatting briefly, again, with my momma.
*walking to meet up with my dear friend, t., who was away in colorado for the holidays. so grateful for her healing & refreshing journey & her safe return.
*seeing some other beloved souls i know when i arrived at the spot where i was meeting t. sharing hugs & "happy new year!"
*accompanying t. to purchase a most fabulous hat!
*a tasty & made-with-love lunch with t. at an indian restaurant. this was my first time to this restaurant. i will be returning!
*rooibos vanilla tea with t. at a new (new to me) coffee/tea spot. i love discovering new places/spaces in my city!
*hours of heart-warming & inspiring & healing conversation with t.
*my body walked home while my spirit skipped!
*checking e-mail & checkin' in with my bloggie lights (my "daily dose" links) and some other peeps.
*sipping ginger tea.
*writing, visioning: the kind of business/practice i am called to create; the name of the business/practice i am creating; business card, logo & web page ideas...
*completing a collage.
*beginning a new collage.
*finding my way here...
and, you? what does your day look like? i hope it was/is filled with magical encounters, nourishing adventures & hope-full discoveries...
Thursday, January 3, 2008
allow glow slow world
i come here not knowing what i will write or speak of. this happens sometimes. sometimes i just need to come here and allow.
allow. when i look at this word i see the word glow. when i look at the word glow i see slow. in slow i see world.
allow glow slow world.
tonight, while walking home from a kundalini yoga class, i noticed that i was inhabiting my body. calm. still. rooted. yes, even in the 20 degrees (feels like 13 degrees) weather. centered. not rushing. weaving. flowing. one step led gracefully into another, into another. no effort.
i stepped out into the cold (after yoga class), walking the same pavement i've walked before (many times before). for the first time i saw the word "MANGO" etched in the cement. i took a step back. confirming, yes!, that word is "MANGO." ha-ha-ha! mangoes were one of bella's last & most celebrated discoveries on this earthly plane.
after last night's tears/sobs, over-sleeping (a necessity today, it seemed), waking with swollen eye lids, a headache dancing along the edges of migraine territory and a challenging day at work...i made my way to this yoga class and i made my way home (on a number of levels). bella put the mango on top.
what's the mango on top of your day?
a word about bella...when i speak of bella i could easily call her by her other names, how i am coming to know her, discovering her, in our love adventure. i could call her my reflection; we are all divine reflections of one another (as i understand/experience it). i could call her spirit. i could call her wisdom or guide or goddess or ancestor or joy or light or divine love or wonder or goodness. when i speak of her, i am speaking of all of this and the simplicity of this: she is eternal life and connective breath. she lives in me and i in her. we are source.
allow. when i look at this word i see the word glow. when i look at the word glow i see slow. in slow i see world.
allow glow slow world.
tonight, while walking home from a kundalini yoga class, i noticed that i was inhabiting my body. calm. still. rooted. yes, even in the 20 degrees (feels like 13 degrees) weather. centered. not rushing. weaving. flowing. one step led gracefully into another, into another. no effort.
i stepped out into the cold (after yoga class), walking the same pavement i've walked before (many times before). for the first time i saw the word "MANGO" etched in the cement. i took a step back. confirming, yes!, that word is "MANGO." ha-ha-ha! mangoes were one of bella's last & most celebrated discoveries on this earthly plane.
after last night's tears/sobs, over-sleeping (a necessity today, it seemed), waking with swollen eye lids, a headache dancing along the edges of migraine territory and a challenging day at work...i made my way to this yoga class and i made my way home (on a number of levels). bella put the mango on top.
what's the mango on top of your day?
a word about bella...when i speak of bella i could easily call her by her other names, how i am coming to know her, discovering her, in our love adventure. i could call her my reflection; we are all divine reflections of one another (as i understand/experience it). i could call her spirit. i could call her wisdom or guide or goddess or ancestor or joy or light or divine love or wonder or goodness. when i speak of her, i am speaking of all of this and the simplicity of this: she is eternal life and connective breath. she lives in me and i in her. we are source.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
what there is to say...
lately there are these moments (occurring with some frequency) when i experience a burst of this: i think about my life, the whole of my life, mostly the time in front of me (e.g., all of the christmases, my wedding day and the day(s) i give birth) and i can hardly be with/hold/bear the knowing that i will never again be with bella in this lifetime in her familiar physical form. [yes, there are new ways in which bella & i tango & twirl. this is true, too. and, i am thank-full. so thank-full. this piece, however, is not the piece that needs to be spoken, heard & held tonight...] it's just too big to hold that. you know? thank-fully this isn't what is being asked of me, to wholly hold that in my tiny (and, mighty) hands.
so much will change. so much has changed & in the most brilliant, healing & life-affirming ways. and, that essential piece will never ever be. the heart-ache & the heart-break of this is...oh, i just don't have the word for it. is there such a word that captures this? this love journey. that is what it's all about really. this fierce love. in the days after her death the only words that i had in the sobbing were, "i love her so much. i love her so much." this was not a revelation. no. this was something she knew/knows and everyone knew/knows. she's my babe.
i know that there is something for me to learn about these bursts & this particular part of my grief. something about not needing to hold forever in front of me. i just need to keep making my way, to allow my life force to guide me. bit by bit. i don't need to control the direction. i just need to allow. the unfolding. the mystery.
so much will change. so much has changed & in the most brilliant, healing & life-affirming ways. and, that essential piece will never ever be. the heart-ache & the heart-break of this is...oh, i just don't have the word for it. is there such a word that captures this? this love journey. that is what it's all about really. this fierce love. in the days after her death the only words that i had in the sobbing were, "i love her so much. i love her so much." this was not a revelation. no. this was something she knew/knows and everyone knew/knows. she's my babe.
i know that there is something for me to learn about these bursts & this particular part of my grief. something about not needing to hold forever in front of me. i just need to keep making my way, to allow my life force to guide me. bit by bit. i don't need to control the direction. i just need to allow. the unfolding. the mystery.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
parade
today in my city there is a huge & wild parade (as there is every year). i have been participating in the parade in my own way, in my pajamas in my little nest (located just a small block off the main route). the parade is still happening, as i write. can you hear it?! it's lively & color-full & festive. it's been happening for hours now.
moments ago, while reading, i paused. i thought about the perfection of this parade. today. for me. in this new year in my life. in one, teeny-tiny (humble) way i like to think that this parade is the universe's acknowledgment of the sense i have of this new year. i imagine for a sliver of a moment that all of the folks gathering (seen & unseen), hooting & howling are cheering me on, clapping for me, giving me a shout out and responding to my hopes & intentions for this new year. i delight in the perfection of this!
so dear ones, this parade is for *you, too, and for all of your hopes & intentions. for all of us.
moments ago, while reading, i paused. i thought about the perfection of this parade. today. for me. in this new year in my life. in one, teeny-tiny (humble) way i like to think that this parade is the universe's acknowledgment of the sense i have of this new year. i imagine for a sliver of a moment that all of the folks gathering (seen & unseen), hooting & howling are cheering me on, clapping for me, giving me a shout out and responding to my hopes & intentions for this new year. i delight in the perfection of this!
so dear ones, this parade is for *you, too, and for all of your hopes & intentions. for all of us.
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