TUCKED INTO THE MORNING

TUCKED INTO THE MORNING

This is still about what I thought I would be writing about in the “Breaking Out” story.

There was an email exchange with Shelina and Karen. We were trying to firm up plans for next Wed. Tossing idea’s back and forth all the while knowing that maybe being in this NOW moment mode we are holding onto may have a completely different divine GOD plan when the manmade time comes. I noticed as I flipped into my “orchestrating role” and laughed at myself, as I chose to step aside and let be. And the magic happens, as I read the latest Shelina email – she suggests the most perfect sounding idea’s including meeting for dinner at Neighbour’s Restaurant for dinner. I haven’t been there for years and have always wanted to go back there. One of my many wishes will be fulfilled. And, guess what? A much better game plan than I would have come up with. I am beginning to realize and see how limiting my orchestrating controlling efforts have been.

Like, the many ah ha’s that came to light as I listened to the Sylvia Browne CD.

After yet another trip to the powder room to pee, I came back to this just as another picture of Ralph is on the screen. And then a baby picture of grandson, Nathan and the magic of being in the right place at the right moment continues.

Timeline of thoughts that I followed here, to fill in the blanks:
- 12:40 p.m., as I was writing Breaking Out, had the thought to check what was on TV.
Movie Crocldile Dundee at 1:00.
- 1:00 had to take potty break, noticed it was movie time.
- walked away from this entry / decided to make something to eat.
- making an omelet, phone rings – it is Karen, perfect timing in my omelet cooking process. She is probably wondering why the call was so short. My omelet needed turning over. LOL
- I have lost count on how many pee trips I have had. All putting me in the perfect timing moment to see just the right healing image on the computer screen. We have a hodge podge of a mixture of all kinds of photos on the slide show. Some that normally would be deleted as mistakes in most people’s lives.

So where was I, I wonder.

As I was listening to the Sylvia Browne CD, the events of my past floated to the surface and all made sense. Like the time when (can’t remember what the thought was that I had had back then, just know that I had had it, and that it was profound)

LOL! In the moment I was drawn back to the TV movie… And there was a serendipity moment unfolding…. Mic and his son Mikey, were talking to a man sitting in the park asking what he was doing. The man was meditating and taught them. Breathe in the positivity, breathe out the negative. The guys name was Mike.

Guess I was meant to forget what I wanted to write about so that I would see the magic moment of the TV movie.

Maybe the original story is lost for now.
Loving written by Lynn K. Jan 23/10