As we’ve discussed, Faith is a slippery bastard. Like our Zen Balance, it’s difficult to nail down and keep a hold of. Sometimes though, we are blessed to just have it wash over us in a most delightful and refreshing manner. Today, I had one of those days.
Sure, there were difficulties. Like when my cheap-ass camera misbehaved, but Dan got it going again. All was well. Okay, all is MOSTLY well. I ended up with baby toe blisters, but hey, I stomped on past the pain. It brought my average pace time down, but we all know this is NOT a fucking race. My feet will heal. No one died. I was not derailed.
Last night, as the deputy got ready for a late night jog, I advised him to take it easy. He’d not been out for a run in many weeks. Did I follow this same suggestion when *I* trotted off into the vast out of doors? No, no I absolutely did not. Hence, the injuries. However, this entire situation was all very clear to me. Which I count as a huge damn hunk of progress.
In the category of Today’s Mileage (later, below) I’ll give you the specifics, but for now, here’s your promised views of the many crocus blooming near me. It was pretty gray out, and sprinkled off and on the entire time, but it was also hovering around 50 degrees.
There are two black chickens in that (above) yard. The guy put up this flimsy and slightly odd fence a few weeks ago. I’ve been keeping an eye on it, and now I know exactly why he did what he did. Free roaming, but safely contained, in-city hens!
When I got home our mail had arrived, or maybe there was still some in the box from yesterday (this happens more often than we like to admit), so I brought it in. There was a wee package with my name on it. From a friend. Presents! How fun! But wait, it’s so much bigger than I could have anticipated.
Music and I have a challenging relationship. Because of how my mind focuses (and obsesses) it’s basically impossible for me to tolerate ambient noise. I MUST listen to/focus on whatever is around me. TV or radio or voices or irritating vibrational tones, doesn’t matter. I listen, and I listen closely. I have no control over it. So, when writers like Delia talk about soundtracks or having music on when they write, I can’t relate. Until this afternoon. Now I get it.
What showed up in this delivery today was phenomenal, and unexpectedly enlightening. Tunes, with NO WORDS*!!! Dear Pal O’ Mine, how ever did you know? Or were you psychically/spiritually guided to send this gift? Don’t care, it changed my life. Thank you, more than I can even say.
*Yes, I was AWARE of this, as a product, but it had never permeated my wee brain enough to make itself known as a THING that I required.
I never knew I needed this! The descriptions that sprang up, as I floated around, getting shit done and practically DANCING were: uplifting, amazing, encouraging, illuminating inspirational, soothing & energizing all at the same time.
This CD (this new treasure!) is going to be downloaded, saved, stored, cherished, and all ’round shoved into every level and portion of my life from here on out. When Doreen channels those messages which tell us to surround ourselves with music, does she mean like this? Because if so, she’s exactly correct. It makes a MASSIVE difference! (Ally, I know you are aware of this, as are others who PLAY music, but I was not. Now I am.)
Our daily draw, once again, echos my sentiments before I even know I’m going to express them in this way.
Know that you deserve to receive good in all ways.
You have been blocking your manifestations due to deep-seated beliefs that you don’t deserve them. Manifestations are not rewards for good behavior – they are effects of your thoughts, beliefs, feelings, and actions. When you allow yourself to receive, you help the Universal plan to demonstrate love everywhere.
Accepting Heaven’s help isn’t just about you personally; it’s about allowing yourself to be helped so that you can help others. Accept good graciously, and affirm:
Thank you for gifts that have come to me now.
I gratefully accept them for the good of all.”
Learning this difficult lesson, with grace and love, is so, SO important. I am practicing it today, and hope all of you are too.
Magical Mermaids and Dolphins Oracle Cards by Doreen Virtue
was a walk, not a ride, as I said before. Slightly less than 5 miles, because I had to cut out the last two-block loop.
Yesterday’s FLP Report:
is a day late, whatevs. Illinois. Plus one that I forgot, almost as soon as I saw it. (I can’t pedal and text. Safely.)
was half a batch of these (that had no recipe link, from this post).
Notice to my in-town children, if you want any cookies-that-are-basically-just-flat-brownies you better get here quickly. No deliveries this time (except to your grandparents, because they’re old, and crabby). There aren’t very many of these left. On the other hand, I’ll gladly make you more, as soon as supplies are refreshed.
Notice to out-of-town kid, can’t wait for your next vacation time in this direction, I’ll bake for you!
LateNight Link and Activism:
just came in from Corina, right before I posted. Go HERE and sign the petition. Please. It costs nothing but half a minute. Our ocean friends will thank you. (The irony of this timing does NOT escape me.)