We shall begin this evening’s festivities with a recent (national!) post by my Hurricane.  She’s been featured HERE, so go over there, see what she’s currently talking about.  (Spoiler alert: deals with feminism.  And as always, opens to a new window, for your convenience.)

             Alrighty, everyone back now?  Excellent.  Let’s move on to what else is happening.  We had our usual Tuesday erranding-and-gym rounds to make.  (We ate at this place, and will totally be going back.  We’d forgotten it was even there.)  Delivering and picking up in-town kid-related items and then, gathering food for the week.  I’d like to thank Barb for sharing recipes with us at her place, very helpful.

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More supplies, plus a delightful non-tea beverage (that really tasted like there was tea in it) which I brought home in a To Go cup then transferred to my own.

             Since the two of us, and our children, have pretty much always worked in some form of “service” industry, we tend to be tidier shoppers than most.  I pulled our buggy (plus another one someone left in the parking lot) back up to the store tonight, instead of using the outdoor corral, just like always.   As I was coming back to the car though, I see Dan and this guy heading my way (I’m pretty sure both of them were smiling).  We put that cart back too.  (It’s one of those new short ones, he IS fat, but not so big that he fills an entire basket.)

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He’s actually happier than he looks.

                Afternoons like this are split into two parts.  The first half is all two-wheeled, the other, we drive, and we take Mr Grand Dog along.  It’s not so cold out that he can’t wait in the car for us.  He likes these outings.  The not-so-great (for us) side of this plan is that he’s discovered the forbidden joy of Parking Lot Food.  We’re super careful, but sill, he’s pretty diligent, now that he knows it exists.

             On our card altar this today we’ve come around to the newest stack.  This message is a lovely one, and something I was just talking to Ryon about earlier.

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“Following Your Bliss  ~

‘My soul sings with joy!’

Card meaning:

Do what gives you joy.  Celebrate and have fun.  You do not need to suffer to grow – in fact, true happiness comes from following the dictates of your soul.  Take steps today to expand your joy.  You don’t need to do it all at once, but you do need to start.

The Universe wants you to know:

If you don’t follow your bliss now, when will you?  If you’ve been waiting to act until circumstances are different or somehow better, you may have a long wait.  Some people put off following their north star until they graduate, get married, have kids, or retire.  If you continue to do so, you may never attain genuine happiness.  Take steps today to experience the sweet nectar of life.

Questions to ask yourself:

What feeds my soul?  How can I follow my bliss?  What is blocking me from living a life filled with joy?”

             I continue to adore these cards.  Denise did an exceptionally wonderful job with the entire project.  Let’s repeat the affirmation, then we all need to head out (or more correctly: go within) so that we may connect with that Bliss, and then Follow it.

“My soul sings with Joy!”

Today’s Deck:

Gateway Oracle Cards by Denise Linn

Today’s Mileage:

according to my device we went 9.499 miles (some of it in the rain, and some of it in the sunshine, typical Eugene day) while pedaling for one hour, no minutes, and 58 seconds, at an average speed of 9.3MPH (slightly surprising, because the downpours were accompanied by some fairly fierce winds).  Daniel’s two calculations show 9.37 miles and 10.02.  He’s thinking that we need to ditch one of those apps.  Clearly, my machine is the most accurate.

Today’s UpDate:

the No Shampoo lifestyle works even better with short hair.  I haven’t washed it since the cutting-off day.  It gets wet pretty much every day, either from rain, pool, or shower.  Nothing else goes on it except sometimes bit of styling product.   End result?  Saving money, saving the planet, saving my health, so basically:  best thing ever!

FLP Report:

Alaska (old style), Arizona, Illinois (times 2), and a Tennessee (one of my favorites to see, much like Mississippi because their plate font is so very pretty and all of those repeated letters look super cool).

5 thoughts on “Doing and Being and Enjoying.

  1. Aww, Max!

    Ha… there’s that irony again. My recent decisions have been about Following My Bliss… and yet today I’m just about as blah as can be. I did releasing work last night and earlier this evening. And yet blah is still where I’m at. And that’s just the way it is.

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    It IS just the way it is; we very often can’t FORCE that process along (as much as we’d really fucking like to).
    J

    10:22 p.m.
    2-6-13

  2. Thanks for the shoutout! love this card– it’s not a new thought, of course, but it’s a great reminder and well-timed for me. I’ve had that “trudging” feeling recently, that I’m just shuffling along putting one foot in front of the other. Everything’s getting done, but not much joy. Maybe I will work on that today! and nice article from Hanna!

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    We made your spinach casserole, and by WE of course I mean Dan.

    See comment to Corina above, and yes, I know exactly what you mean.

    Thanks, she’s moving along, in a career-type of way, and it’s really exciting as hell!
    J

    10:24 p.m.
    2-6-13

  3. My bliss tends to be writing (and sometimes editing) of all kinds. Of course, my novel remains unrevised and I feel anxious about writing high tech again after a dozen-year break from it. But it’s something I love and I know I can do it. I just need to allot more time for it.

    Max looks adorable in the cart! And he does look happy. And Hanna’s article was great.

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    How about your art and your photography and your crafting?
    J

    10:25 p.m.
    2-6-13

  4. Gah! I just -cannot- get to Hanna’s article. I keep getting told it doesn’t exist. Grrrrr.

    Following my bliss would mean packing up and leaving. Alone. So, for now, as usual, I’m doing what I can with what is available.

    I don’t know if you have Max on a leash when he’s on the ground. If you don’t, please do. Dogs that refuse to quit scarfing strange food lying around wind up dead or at the vet’s because they ate something they shouldn’t. You would think they’d have the sense to NOT eat plastic and metal shit, but they don’t. Bless the little stinkers, they are so smart and yet, at times, so stupid. (Just for fun…a dog we had when I was young ate a pearl necklace (plastic) of my mother’s. He only pooped half of it out and came running into the house with it hanging out the back. No, my mother never wore that necklace again… 🙂 )

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    I’ve now re-set the link, it seems to have been changed (maybe due to the way this woman’s name is spelled). It should work, but let us know!

    Also, uh…. Robin? Two things:
    leash laws
    K-9 cop husband.
    (So no, MixxMaxx has not EATEN any parking lot food, not been ALLOWED TO, he just knows it is out there because he’s been patrolling so many parking lots lately.)
    J

    10:33 p.m.
    2-6-13

    1. Too, too funny. Leash laws around here are more of a suggestion than anything. And I totally forgot about Dan’s K-9 – ness. I’ve just seen so much damage done to dogs by being allowed to run loose that I knee jerk into a lecture over this stuff. Sorry! 🙂

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