I believe in other realms of existence.
I believe in the power of being connected to a higher power, a bigger picture.
I believe in singing my praises (being grateful).
I believe in the power of love.
I believe that I am always in the right place at the right time no matter what it may look like.
I believe in the power of thoughts. Therefore I believe I choose my reality.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
SINGING MY SONGS
So I was randomly reading through some of my old journals and came across an entry from 2004 that was written on a camping trip. I awoke one morning with 2 lines of a song lyrics in my head. I spoke the words out loud to my husband and wrote them down in the journal. Over the next few days, more possible lyrics and an idea for the music video came to me. All recorded in my journal.
So I typed it all out on the computer thinking that I would give it to one of the musicians at church. I also added the "in the light" idea that I have been singing for the last year or more. A few days ago, the next 2 lines came to me out of the blue. Then I started singing the next verse idea....
Coincidently, this Sundays musician sang a song about 'light'. I talked to him after the service and showed him my ideas. Yes, he writes songs / music and he was excited about what I showed him. What a perfect connection. Bless him.
So I typed it all out on the computer thinking that I would give it to one of the musicians at church. I also added the "in the light" idea that I have been singing for the last year or more. A few days ago, the next 2 lines came to me out of the blue. Then I started singing the next verse idea....
Coincidently, this Sundays musician sang a song about 'light'. I talked to him after the service and showed him my ideas. Yes, he writes songs / music and he was excited about what I showed him. What a perfect connection. Bless him.
Friday, June 10, 2011
HEALING MOMENT
Sitting here in the moment feeling the "sock in the stomache" blow of the Ah Ha healing that the Universe just created / co created with me.
I was following through on a thought I had this morning, to write an email to a friend - sending her a random quote from one of my journals. Trusting the universe to provide comforting words of wisdom. It was an amazing process of realizing that I did not 'trust', that I was trying to control. So I sat back and just listened and the magic continued.
After many 'aside' messages, I finally opened up the journal to a random page and let my 'eyes' :>) randomly chose a place to start reading. It turned out to be affirmations from a Louise Hayes book, I Love My Body.
Day 3: I Love My Eyes. I have perfect vision. I see clearly in every direction. I see with love my past, my present and my future. My mind chooses the way I look at life. I see with new eyes. I see the good in everyone and everywhere. I now lovingly create the life I love to look at. I love and appreciate my eyes.
Email sent, I decided to turn back a couple of the pages to read - Day 1: I Love My Mind Day 2: I Love My Hair Then Day 4, where the healing occurred.
Day 4: I Love My Ears: I am balanced and poised and one with all of life. I choose the thoughts that create harmony around me. I listen with love to the good and the pleasant. I hear the cry for love that is hidden in everyones message. I am willing to understand others and I have compassion for them. I rejoice in my ability to hear life. I have a receptive capacity of mind. I am willing to hear. I love and appreciate my beautiful ears.
It hit me that I fall short here. Don't live up to these words. Shifted into living these words. Amen.
P.S. Ahhh!!! I have noticed reduced hearing in my left ear and wanting to undo that. Also,,, my eyes too!
I was following through on a thought I had this morning, to write an email to a friend - sending her a random quote from one of my journals. Trusting the universe to provide comforting words of wisdom. It was an amazing process of realizing that I did not 'trust', that I was trying to control. So I sat back and just listened and the magic continued.
After many 'aside' messages, I finally opened up the journal to a random page and let my 'eyes' :>) randomly chose a place to start reading. It turned out to be affirmations from a Louise Hayes book, I Love My Body.
Day 3: I Love My Eyes. I have perfect vision. I see clearly in every direction. I see with love my past, my present and my future. My mind chooses the way I look at life. I see with new eyes. I see the good in everyone and everywhere. I now lovingly create the life I love to look at. I love and appreciate my eyes.
Email sent, I decided to turn back a couple of the pages to read - Day 1: I Love My Mind Day 2: I Love My Hair Then Day 4, where the healing occurred.
Day 4: I Love My Ears: I am balanced and poised and one with all of life. I choose the thoughts that create harmony around me. I listen with love to the good and the pleasant. I hear the cry for love that is hidden in everyones message. I am willing to understand others and I have compassion for them. I rejoice in my ability to hear life. I have a receptive capacity of mind. I am willing to hear. I love and appreciate my beautiful ears.
It hit me that I fall short here. Don't live up to these words. Shifted into living these words. Amen.
P.S. Ahhh!!! I have noticed reduced hearing in my left ear and wanting to undo that. Also,,, my eyes too!
Thursday, June 09, 2011
THOUGHTS FOR TODAY, placemat exercise
The thought I had was to write out this Thoughts for Today placemat that I have kept, never looking at it until a couple of days ago when we started sifting through all our photo's / decluttering, throwing out duplicates and others, sorting, organizing, putting some into the 'empty' albums that have been waiting for years to be used.
So here it is! Thank you for the opportunity to play and DO the action step to the thought step. I will write it in story form to see what emerges.
There is a destiny that makes us brothers; none goes his way alone: all that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own. I care not what his temples or his creeds, one thing holds firm and fast - that unto his fateful heap of days and deeds the soul of man is cast. We cannot reach new horizons if we fear to leave the shore. (wrote 'shoe' here which could fit too heehee) If you talk with crowds and keep your virtue or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; if all men count with you, but none too much; if you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run - yours is the earth and everything that's in it, and - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! To touch the cup with eager lips and taste, not drain it; to woo and tempt and court a bliss - and not attain it; to fondle and caress a joy, yet hold it lightly, lest it become necessity and cling too tightly; to watch the sun set in the west without regretting; to hail its advent in the east - the night forgetting; to smother care in happiness and grief in laughter; to hold the present close - not questioning hereafter; to have enough to share - to know the joy of giving; to thrill with all the sweets of life - is living. Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. If you hear a song that thrills you, sung by any child of song, praise it. Do not let the singer wait deserved praises long. Why should one who thrills your heart lack the joy you may impart? He who knows not and knows not that he knows not, is a fool, shun him; he who knows not, and knows that he knows not, is a child, teach him. He who knows, and knows not that he knows, is asleep, wake him. He who knows, and knows that he knows, is wise, follow him.
Well that was interesting.... I was going to stop and delete, then thought - no finish and then delete.... Then thought, send it to myself, no need to burden others with it.... then thought (who knows in which order the thoughts came and went) NO - send it, something that doesn't mean anything to you (meaning me) might mean something to someone else. Maybe it is meant for you, maybe not - but let them make that decision, don't decide for them.... Then re read it to correct mistakes, gad it was confusing writing all those 'he who knows and...' Even wondered writing it, why I had kept the paper placemat in the first place. I even wrote the 7 Thoughts for Today, out of order as I was drawn too - curious as to what the story would reveal. Now I am thinking to re write again and again in varying different orders to see what transpires.... Or maybe just read them.... Or I could copy and paste... What is going on here.... Geez
Just re read again, getting more out of it each time.
Enjoy.
P.S. >>> I was just re reading the placemat and read the 2nd paragraph of one of them mixing up the order within each one. Then thought, I could take each sentence separately (or parts of each sentence even) playing with the order of reading or writing these words. Why I wonder... Hee hee!!!
So here it is! Thank you for the opportunity to play and DO the action step to the thought step. I will write it in story form to see what emerges.
There is a destiny that makes us brothers; none goes his way alone: all that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own. I care not what his temples or his creeds, one thing holds firm and fast - that unto his fateful heap of days and deeds the soul of man is cast. We cannot reach new horizons if we fear to leave the shore. (wrote 'shoe' here which could fit too heehee) If you talk with crowds and keep your virtue or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; if all men count with you, but none too much; if you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run - yours is the earth and everything that's in it, and - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! To touch the cup with eager lips and taste, not drain it; to woo and tempt and court a bliss - and not attain it; to fondle and caress a joy, yet hold it lightly, lest it become necessity and cling too tightly; to watch the sun set in the west without regretting; to hail its advent in the east - the night forgetting; to smother care in happiness and grief in laughter; to hold the present close - not questioning hereafter; to have enough to share - to know the joy of giving; to thrill with all the sweets of life - is living. Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. If you hear a song that thrills you, sung by any child of song, praise it. Do not let the singer wait deserved praises long. Why should one who thrills your heart lack the joy you may impart? He who knows not and knows not that he knows not, is a fool, shun him; he who knows not, and knows that he knows not, is a child, teach him. He who knows, and knows not that he knows, is asleep, wake him. He who knows, and knows that he knows, is wise, follow him.
Well that was interesting.... I was going to stop and delete, then thought - no finish and then delete.... Then thought, send it to myself, no need to burden others with it.... then thought (who knows in which order the thoughts came and went) NO - send it, something that doesn't mean anything to you (meaning me) might mean something to someone else. Maybe it is meant for you, maybe not - but let them make that decision, don't decide for them.... Then re read it to correct mistakes, gad it was confusing writing all those 'he who knows and...' Even wondered writing it, why I had kept the paper placemat in the first place. I even wrote the 7 Thoughts for Today, out of order as I was drawn too - curious as to what the story would reveal. Now I am thinking to re write again and again in varying different orders to see what transpires.... Or maybe just read them.... Or I could copy and paste... What is going on here.... Geez
Just re read again, getting more out of it each time.
Enjoy.
P.S. >>> I was just re reading the placemat and read the 2nd paragraph of one of them mixing up the order within each one. Then thought, I could take each sentence separately (or parts of each sentence even) playing with the order of reading or writing these words. Why I wonder... Hee hee!!!
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
DIAPHRAGMATIC BREATHING GOAL
AH HA moment that had me LAUGHING OUT LOUD this morning.
One of my Later Life Cognitive Base Group (L.L.) goals this week was to re read the paperwork on Diaphragmatic breathing technique and to practice doing it for 10 breaths each morning. I kept losing count, never knowing how many I did. My thought earlier this week was that it would work better if this was done for a set number of minutes instead. I could even set a timer.
This morning, as I was bent on keeping track of how many breaths I was doing, I was having a conversation in my head with the group - formulating just the right words to explain this experience. (God, it takes a lot of words to set the scene to explain a simple AhHa moment I caught on the "tape" of my mind.) So I am laying down doing the breathing having a 'mental' conversation (:>) here at how diverse and multi meaning the word mental is) Conversation in my head to formulate just the right words to clearly and concisely articulate succinctly what I want the group to hear OR also mental meaning crazy and so forth.
I had noticed over the week that I would lose track of the count.. Never knew how many breaths I breathed. (:>) - just know I was breathing still because I was still here -AH HA - what a wonderful way to describe death, dieing, dead, - as not being here anymore. Wonder if that's what people meant when they used the word "gone")
Back to breathing. I had the thought early on in the week (week being Tues - Tues) that it would be better to do breathing for a set number of minutes, could set a timer. Eliminate the struggle of trying to count.
Thought I had today, Tues, was that I could have changed 'it' - (the goal) DAH!!!
So simple that it is complex. Silly me laughing out loud at myself, proud that I am "waking up".
One of my Later Life Cognitive Base Group (L.L.) goals this week was to re read the paperwork on Diaphragmatic breathing technique and to practice doing it for 10 breaths each morning. I kept losing count, never knowing how many I did. My thought earlier this week was that it would work better if this was done for a set number of minutes instead. I could even set a timer.
This morning, as I was bent on keeping track of how many breaths I was doing, I was having a conversation in my head with the group - formulating just the right words to explain this experience. (God, it takes a lot of words to set the scene to explain a simple AhHa moment I caught on the "tape" of my mind.) So I am laying down doing the breathing having a 'mental' conversation (:>) here at how diverse and multi meaning the word mental is) Conversation in my head to formulate just the right words to clearly and concisely articulate succinctly what I want the group to hear OR also mental meaning crazy and so forth.
I had noticed over the week that I would lose track of the count.. Never knew how many breaths I breathed. (:>) - just know I was breathing still because I was still here -AH HA - what a wonderful way to describe death, dieing, dead, - as not being here anymore. Wonder if that's what people meant when they used the word "gone")
Back to breathing. I had the thought early on in the week (week being Tues - Tues) that it would be better to do breathing for a set number of minutes, could set a timer. Eliminate the struggle of trying to count.
Thought I had today, Tues, was that I could have changed 'it' - (the goal) DAH!!!
So simple that it is complex. Silly me laughing out loud at myself, proud that I am "waking up".
DREAMSCAPES
A couple of weeks ago, I set the intention to remember my dreams. At first I noticed nothing. As the days wore on, I was just aware that I felt like I was struggling, but didn't remember what it was about. No dream details surfaced. So then I set the intention to remember and record my dreams. Still nothing but a waking up feeling like I had been working hard, with nothing to report. Then this morning, I was aware that I was part of a work team blasting away at a precarious rock face hanging above a roadway. Bit by bit we blasted away the foundation that we were standing on, which was precariously crumbling before our eyes. We were clearing the way to safety. Cleaning away the old to pave the way for a new foundation, a new path, a clear roadway to follow. Thank you Lord.
Friday, June 03, 2011
PATTERNS
As I was journalling, pen in hand on paper, I noticed a pattern. So here I am to let loose and explore the reoccuring patterns of my life.
The one I became aware of was the connection of the Unity church and the hospital stays. I was journalling about the Relaxation Circle and the role it has played in my life and the role I have played in its life. Same with the Wellness Clinic programs. Noticing how I choose to not use these helpful programs when I need it most. Waiting until I feel better... instead of being helped by the program to feel better. Then a 1991 memory of meeting Pete and Freddie in the lane when I was out of hospital for the day, and how wonderfully excited Freddie was to see me. I felt so special. Then I realized that we are again back at Unity. A similiar pattern repeating itself in this 2011 present moment. So I thought. Why not journal and examine "patterns" of my life. What a wonderful workshop idea. What a wonderful idea to examine for the church - looking at its reoccuring patterns may reveal answers. Lead us to what we are meant to do as a church community.
So why am I speechless here at the moment. What am I not wanting to look at yet? My mind has shut down and gone blank. So many memories, where do I start? Why bother?
Ah!!! Typing word 'bother' twigged a thought about my brother. Now I am noticing that I am resisting. Glad that my Hidden Object game is loaded. An excuse to leave this and go play. Take a breather.
A journalling technique I just heard about, says to leave a space if you have not journalled for awhile. So is an hour or 2 "awhile" or is "awhile" mean days, weeks, months, years. Notice how I am creating a diversion here. Skirting the issue at hand. Resisting the healing that is so close to surfacing. Resisting the emotions involved. Resisting the pain and hurt. Oh God, forgive me for I know not what I do - did. I would like to think that I would do different now that I know more. Why was I spared the torment that my brother went through. Why didn't I drive him to the hospital that night. Why did he have to depend on a stranger to pick him up and take him there. Why didn't whhy didn't, why didn't. Why do I beat myself up so for something I can not change. I can not relive the moment. Ah! use the /_\ idea to journal this.
Feelings / Thoughts / Behavior
I feel bad. I could have been there for him. Helped him. But he was doing so many stupid things. He embarrassed me. Put my job in jeopardy. Involved my friends daughter in the stupidity. Disappointed me so. He was not someone I was proud of. He did not live up to my expectations AHHH! KEY* Do we ever live up to someone elses expectations? Do I? Is that what holds me back still today? Not even trying. So tired of trying to live up to others expectations, I don't even bother to try anymore. Or did I ever try to. A pattern I learned again and again early on in my life. Vacuuming wasn't good enough. Rotten messages again again. So how do I get past all this? What do I do now?
I don't remember dreaming last night ( I made the intent to ) but I do remember thinking of Judith when I was waking up. Does that count?
I want to remember tonights dreams. I want to find answers to all these questions that I ponder over.
Thoughts! I wasn't a very good sister. I was a failure. He wasn't a very good brother. He was a failure too. Neither one of us were good enough. I was jealous of him and his carefree life. Seemed to have no fear. Which looked like stupidity to me at times. Me, I was such a scaredy cat - no guts, too cautious. I wished I was more like him. Flooding with peace and love here now in this moment. A releasing healing moment.
Behavior! I didn't help him when I could have. I harboured anger and resentment unnessarily. I let things ride and let time heal (?) the wounds. LOL - wounds I still feel in this moment, so I guess the scabs of time just hide the wounds of the wounded. I am remembering here that others don't have the power to wound me, it is my responsibility to allow or not allow the wounding.
My thoughts have stopped. The healing continues. Love and peace all.
The one I became aware of was the connection of the Unity church and the hospital stays. I was journalling about the Relaxation Circle and the role it has played in my life and the role I have played in its life. Same with the Wellness Clinic programs. Noticing how I choose to not use these helpful programs when I need it most. Waiting until I feel better... instead of being helped by the program to feel better. Then a 1991 memory of meeting Pete and Freddie in the lane when I was out of hospital for the day, and how wonderfully excited Freddie was to see me. I felt so special. Then I realized that we are again back at Unity. A similiar pattern repeating itself in this 2011 present moment. So I thought. Why not journal and examine "patterns" of my life. What a wonderful workshop idea. What a wonderful idea to examine for the church - looking at its reoccuring patterns may reveal answers. Lead us to what we are meant to do as a church community.
So why am I speechless here at the moment. What am I not wanting to look at yet? My mind has shut down and gone blank. So many memories, where do I start? Why bother?
Ah!!! Typing word 'bother' twigged a thought about my brother. Now I am noticing that I am resisting. Glad that my Hidden Object game is loaded. An excuse to leave this and go play. Take a breather.
A journalling technique I just heard about, says to leave a space if you have not journalled for awhile. So is an hour or 2 "awhile" or is "awhile" mean days, weeks, months, years. Notice how I am creating a diversion here. Skirting the issue at hand. Resisting the healing that is so close to surfacing. Resisting the emotions involved. Resisting the pain and hurt. Oh God, forgive me for I know not what I do - did. I would like to think that I would do different now that I know more. Why was I spared the torment that my brother went through. Why didn't I drive him to the hospital that night. Why did he have to depend on a stranger to pick him up and take him there. Why didn't whhy didn't, why didn't. Why do I beat myself up so for something I can not change. I can not relive the moment. Ah! use the /_\ idea to journal this.
Feelings / Thoughts / Behavior
I feel bad. I could have been there for him. Helped him. But he was doing so many stupid things. He embarrassed me. Put my job in jeopardy. Involved my friends daughter in the stupidity. Disappointed me so. He was not someone I was proud of. He did not live up to my expectations AHHH! KEY* Do we ever live up to someone elses expectations? Do I? Is that what holds me back still today? Not even trying. So tired of trying to live up to others expectations, I don't even bother to try anymore. Or did I ever try to. A pattern I learned again and again early on in my life. Vacuuming wasn't good enough. Rotten messages again again. So how do I get past all this? What do I do now?
I don't remember dreaming last night ( I made the intent to ) but I do remember thinking of Judith when I was waking up. Does that count?
I want to remember tonights dreams. I want to find answers to all these questions that I ponder over.
Thoughts! I wasn't a very good sister. I was a failure. He wasn't a very good brother. He was a failure too. Neither one of us were good enough. I was jealous of him and his carefree life. Seemed to have no fear. Which looked like stupidity to me at times. Me, I was such a scaredy cat - no guts, too cautious. I wished I was more like him. Flooding with peace and love here now in this moment. A releasing healing moment.
Behavior! I didn't help him when I could have. I harboured anger and resentment unnessarily. I let things ride and let time heal (?) the wounds. LOL - wounds I still feel in this moment, so I guess the scabs of time just hide the wounds of the wounded. I am remembering here that others don't have the power to wound me, it is my responsibility to allow or not allow the wounding.
My thoughts have stopped. The healing continues. Love and peace all.
Thursday, June 02, 2011
DEEPENING OUR SELF-INTIMACY
I am reading a works called Internal Affairs A Journalkeeping Workbook for Self-Intimacy by Kay Leigh Hagan. Among other things, she talks about becoming familiar with our memories - their selectivity, biases, embellishments, and symbolism - to enable us to deepen our self-intimacy, to avoid illusion and denial, and to make more empowering decisions. But the 'trust' we need to share our memories freely in a relationship must be present in our self-intimacy as well.
I recognize that I have fears around journalling freely - safety issues stemming from past trauma's of being violated and embarrassed as a child. I hold back just in case. Living in that world of 'what if' someone read my words and misunderstood me, was hurt by me. What if they thought that my words painted an accurate picture of who I was, what I felt. When for me, journalling is a lot about fiction that develops into those delightful gems of ah ha moments. A clearing of the way for the 'stuff' beneath the surface to perculate up and be presented to the conscious self. Stories from my perspective of my memories - true or false. Long lost stored up energy particles waiting to be released or 'stuff' from the present moment that I choose to release and let go of instead of storing it away in my cellular make up.
So I am careful, automatically censoring - holding back, just in case. Reading 'A censor can become a sensor as soon as I decide to probe past the guard at the door' makes me crave more. Determined to probe deep into the mine of blocks that holds me back. Determined to breath through the fear that protects me, yet holds me back from revealing the vast store-house of information to myself. I will take the opportunity to 're-view' it.
I had never looked at the issue of 'trust' before. Although I don't trust others, my mom especially, to respect my privacy by not reading my journals (noticing that I am sugar coating my words here - when I really mean just my mom. My dream is that others will read and find gems, nuggets of inspiration from my words. That there will be 'foot prints' in the sand for others to follow)
Trust. I need to trust myself too. Is this lack of trusting myself tied into fear of succeeding, I wonder. Am I afraid of my power. What if.... Ahhh!!! What if I leave everyone else behind. What if they don't keep up with my growth pattern. Could I be patient, let go of the frustration, letting them be them without trying to change them!
The realm of trust encompasses a vast array of nuggets to be uncovered.
Kay Leigh (hey, that's Ralphs daughters middle name too - what are the odds, what are the odds that I would finally notice that too. LOL)
As I was saying before I interrupted myself with an example of what I mean about the process of journalling bringing to light the gifts that give us pause, an awe moment wondering about the universe, Kay Leigh talks about information nudging its way to the surface, past the censors, though her 'dreams', journalling gave her a chance to re-view the memories. I will open up to remembering and recording my dreams as part of the journalling process. Another connection I had not thought of - dreams being another way of journalling.
A precious awareness opening up new worlds of possibilities. Shattering the old box I was trapped in, creating new space - more space, to grow and flourish in. Dear God, please fertilize me... Laughing here, cause I had the thought -'what if' all the crap from the past is just that - the fertilizer that sprouts our seeds and allows us to flourish into the beautiful blossums of the universe. :>)
Good Night all.
I recognize that I have fears around journalling freely - safety issues stemming from past trauma's of being violated and embarrassed as a child. I hold back just in case. Living in that world of 'what if' someone read my words and misunderstood me, was hurt by me. What if they thought that my words painted an accurate picture of who I was, what I felt. When for me, journalling is a lot about fiction that develops into those delightful gems of ah ha moments. A clearing of the way for the 'stuff' beneath the surface to perculate up and be presented to the conscious self. Stories from my perspective of my memories - true or false. Long lost stored up energy particles waiting to be released or 'stuff' from the present moment that I choose to release and let go of instead of storing it away in my cellular make up.
So I am careful, automatically censoring - holding back, just in case. Reading 'A censor can become a sensor as soon as I decide to probe past the guard at the door' makes me crave more. Determined to probe deep into the mine of blocks that holds me back. Determined to breath through the fear that protects me, yet holds me back from revealing the vast store-house of information to myself. I will take the opportunity to 're-view' it.
I had never looked at the issue of 'trust' before. Although I don't trust others, my mom especially, to respect my privacy by not reading my journals (noticing that I am sugar coating my words here - when I really mean just my mom. My dream is that others will read and find gems, nuggets of inspiration from my words. That there will be 'foot prints' in the sand for others to follow)
Trust. I need to trust myself too. Is this lack of trusting myself tied into fear of succeeding, I wonder. Am I afraid of my power. What if.... Ahhh!!! What if I leave everyone else behind. What if they don't keep up with my growth pattern. Could I be patient, let go of the frustration, letting them be them without trying to change them!
The realm of trust encompasses a vast array of nuggets to be uncovered.
Kay Leigh (hey, that's Ralphs daughters middle name too - what are the odds, what are the odds that I would finally notice that too. LOL)
As I was saying before I interrupted myself with an example of what I mean about the process of journalling bringing to light the gifts that give us pause, an awe moment wondering about the universe, Kay Leigh talks about information nudging its way to the surface, past the censors, though her 'dreams', journalling gave her a chance to re-view the memories. I will open up to remembering and recording my dreams as part of the journalling process. Another connection I had not thought of - dreams being another way of journalling.
A precious awareness opening up new worlds of possibilities. Shattering the old box I was trapped in, creating new space - more space, to grow and flourish in. Dear God, please fertilize me... Laughing here, cause I had the thought -'what if' all the crap from the past is just that - the fertilizer that sprouts our seeds and allows us to flourish into the beautiful blossums of the universe. :>)
Good Night all.
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