“It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it’s called Life.” ― Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

“I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.” ― Mark Twain

“For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast: for all is vanity. All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.” – Ecclesiastes 3:19,20

Everyday we decide to cross over bridges.  On some days we get to the other side…while others are full of torching the very foundation (and we run ahead before being engulfed in the flames).

So, with this almost instinctual pattern of letting things die off, or leaving what isn’t serving behind us, why are we so afraid of death and dying?

The night before the tsunami that hit the Japanese coastline, I had a powerful dream.  As the images were playing, and the story was forming, the colors became stronger and stronger.  At one point it felt as if I could smell the water that was rushing around, and the young Asian man who wanted me to contact NOAA (although, at the time, I thought the man was saying, “Noah”) was so tangible, that it felt as if I was truly experiencing the dream physically.

After the dream waters had receded, and the threat of more natural disaster had passed, it felt as if someone very large was watching me.  As I navigated the dream paths, this presence came with me.

Let me interject here.  For about 15 years I’ve been studying dreams – the psychology of them, what they can mean spiritually, and how the body uses dreams to inform us that something is not working correctly – and, if I do say so myself, I’m pretty much an expert. (at least for my own dreams and dreaming)

So, I’m walking around my back yard (in the dream), and stumble upon a large hole.  The large presence is still there, and it feels as if it will consume my very being.  Finally, I quickly jerk around to see what is behind me, and I see this very large entity.  Shining with a light like a million galaxies, and having a very soft voice, this “thing” just stood there watching me watching it.

I say, “Who are you, anyway, and why are you skulking about in my dreams.”  Sometimes, when you talk to dream characters, you will learn that they are some part of your psyche; a hidden character of your subconscious.  Or, at times, they can be an aspect of someone you talked to that day.  Whatever they are, almost always they are not, as in the case of my dream, Angels.

The soft unearthly voice answers my question…”I am Angel Gabriel.  There is work for you to do.  Look over there.” Of course I look…who wouldn’t?  As I scan the backyard, I see this place, sort of like a sinkhole, and it dawns on me that all the water from the previous part of the dream had vanished into the hole.  As I walk closer, this fantastic light emanates from all around its edges.  Almost more than I can bear, it is shining even brighter than Gabriel.  Closer and closer I get, until I’m fully peering over the edge.

The soft voice speaks again, but I do not understand.  However, there is this feeling, and for some reason I feel it means to jump in the hole.

“I am not ready to die…I don’t want to go down that hole…who will take care of everything…how will I get everything done…”

As I fret and wrestle with this “the Angel or the hole” experience, everything starts to turn dark and black in the dream.  It feels as if I’m already dying, and I have no idea what to do.  Fighting hard to become lucid, so I can leave this dream to hug my kids, run barefoot in the morning grass, and talk to my friends on the phone, there is a compulsion to look down into the most beautifully lit “place” one could imagine.  My gaze is transfixed, and I move my foot forward just a bit.  At the same time, Gabriel places a hand on my right shoulder.  Even now I’m not sure if it was to steady me…or to nudge me.  Either way, the fateful foot placement slid me right into the light.  As my eyes were adjusting to the brightness, my body became waking up and moving.

“Fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal.” ― Benjamin Franklin

After coffee and breakfast, I sat to read the news.  My life has not really been the same since…

So what does this all mean?  Well, I’m not really sure, but it seemed like a good time to share it again (I wrote about it last year…but can’t seem to find the post).  Mostly because several aspects and situations around me have come to their natural end.  It is time for me to cross over that bridge (metaphorically), and move into the Light.  Death doesn’t scare me much anymore.  The only true fear I carry around with me is the one that wonders if I’m loving everyone enough. (yeah, seriously…pretty odd fear isn’t it *grin*).

Today I’m a happy psychopomp, happily carrying my own soul to a new place; a new time.  The “funeral” of Self won’t be anything big, or dramatic.  Maybe just some egg and toast on the back porch while watching the birds play.  As I plant seeds this morning, the last remains of my un-needed worry and concern will fertilize that which will sustain my family.  Like the Phoenix, I’ve built my egg pyre…and now I just await the transformation.

If you would like to – prepare your own funeral rites.  Some may think its creepy, but I say it is downright healthy.  Make sure you know what will be going on in those last few moments of walking on this mortal coil.  It is good to be proactive in all stages of your life.

You are a beautiful soul, and I look forward to your transformation.  And you know…I just love all y’all!

“God said, “Don’t come any closer! Take off your sandals because this place where you are standing is holy ground.” — Exodus 3:5

“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, I told him, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”
― Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran

As a child, this was one of my most favorite Beatles songs.  In some way it seemed as if it was really a song of Freedom, with a touch of “it takes a lot of courage to leave oneself and move on.”

Oddly, like the lyrics of the song, yesterday, which was Wednesday, I did write some “I’m leaving this” letters and notes.  And, much like the characters in the song, there was a little bit of “but why…we have worked so hard to keep you here” replies.  At one turn, I was called a “saboteur” of my own life.  Hmmm…

What was actually happening, and in a very odd fashion, I was playing the mirror game (of sorts) yesterday.  This is where, for some odd reason, you are chosen to mirror some aspect that others need you to be.  This is so they can safely say (as the case was yesterday, it was as if I was the archetypal “mother”) to you what they really want to say to someone else.  We all do it.  Heck, I’ve done it…and will most likely do it again.  It is just life.

However…

And this is one of my famous “big however” however…just because people want us to be that mirror, we do not have to be the mirror.

Let’s say this together:

I am not a mirror!

(emphasis added because it is important to say this with sincerity and certainty)

“Yeah-yeah-yeah, well! Uh! Open your eyes and look within: Are you satisfied (with the life you’re living)? Uh! We know where we’re going, uh! We know where we’re from. We’re leaving Babylon, We’re going to our Father land.” — Bob Marley, Exodus

And, despite what we are often told, it is okay – fully okay – to leave something, or walk away from a situation that isn’t working.  In my eyes, when we happen upon a “mirror” situation, this is God trying to tell us something.  Either it is 1) we need to look at our own issues, or 2) run…run as fast and far as you can.

Now, the beautiful part of this has to come from the amazing amount of synchronicities that happened yesterday.  As a treat to myself, I’ve decided to read the entire Bible again from front to back.  Right now I’m puzzling my way through Exodus.  During my early days of studying religion, I did some easy-breezy reading (just enough to pass the tests in class), and never stopped to really understand the beautiful literature.  Now, as an adult, who also seeks to understand this wonderful treasure, I have to really stop, think, and ponder the words in Exodus.

Imagine the amazing strength and faith it took these people to leave a modicum of comfort (even as slaves), trust in Moses, and agree to travel across the desert in order to get to the Holy Land.  If someone offered that to you right now, would, or could, you do it?

The thing is, we are often in that position.  Can we leave something that provides most of our basic needs (if even in an unhealthy way), in order to cross over into a new, and most likely, better life?  Are we so afraid of the challenge that we never leave?

Thankfully, along the way, some pretty interesting things happen in the desert, and most of us know how the story ends.

Today I invite you to plan an exodus of your own.  As I’ve stated before, “if it doesn’t suit, make it scoot.”  Trust that all will be provided for you, and that the Divine will reveal a plan to you.  Even if you are not particularly fond of spiritual things, you can still leave a harmful situation in search for a new one.  Trust me…you will receive provisions and guidance along the way.

Handing you some finery to carry across the desert…

Lots of love to all y’all!

“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.” ― William Shakespeare, All’s Well That Ends Well

“Have you ever seen the stars in the night? See them closely, they will tell you, how to be open, how to love and how to shine and twinkle without any differences and jealousy of other stars.”  ― Santosh Kalwar

“You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don’t trust enough. “ –Frank Crane

“A fool shows his annoyance at once, but a prudent man overlooks an insult.” – Proverbs 12:16

Of late Grace and Life have been some interesting teachers.  While I’ve not exactly stated my desire to learn more, it seems that my “narrow gate” has been outlined for me.  (see Matthew 7:14)  It is not an easy place to be in.  This is where my Will, and beyond-explanation Grace, are not meeting on the same terms.  Okay, to be honest, I’m letting my Will avoid any piece of Grace, and there is this tumultuous experience going on within me.

You see, I’m more of a “best case scenario” kind of gal.  Sort of like, what is the best thing that can come from everything that is happening around me.  However, at times, little remnants of insecurity come in, and the silly human aspect of Ego comes into play.  When that happens, it becomes all about self preservation.

Something that Mister The Mister and I have discussed at length is the fact that humans have way too much time on their hands to contemplate how unhappy they are.  And, in that time, they can overcome their basest of instincts, to conspire and coerce.  In the wild, if there is an issue, it is taken care of.  Instantly.  There are no mob tactics, no long term torture, and no emotional blackmail.  And, obviously, there are no alternate forms of communication such as “vaguebooking,” or twitting someone, or any other online social media outlet in which you can gather supporters for your own team (Ego).

After working with clients for years on how to avoid unhealthy patterns and people, I finally got a taste of my own medicine this week.  Not in a bad way, mind you, but in a way where I go…”ooooooooooooooh, so that is why it works that way.”  An old client, now a dear friend, wrote me this week because she just “had a feeling” that I needed to talk.  After letting everything flow, tearfully and with a touch of sobbing here and there, I said the phrase (and we have all said it…), “what am I doing wrong?”

In one sobering sentence, my friend wrapped it all up for me.  It was packaged nicely, with a ribbon on top, and some confetti wrapping paper.  While I slowly opened it, I felt Pandora peeking over my shoulder.  Having already opened her fateful box, she wanted to see how it went for me as I opened mine.

Written on a small piece of paper, in golden letters, were my own words to others over the years.  In fact, the whole box was lined with mirrors, and the light was overwhelming.

Chagrined a bit, I told my friend that she was right, it was time to swallow that bitter pill…in order to move forward on my path.

 “Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story.” ― Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things

“Being authentic is hard, Kim.  It takes guts to stand raw and unafraid on the hill…letting all your feelings run out.  However, as you’ve said many times, it is easier to stay true to yourself, than it is to lie to the world.  So never apologize for who you are, or try to justify the actions of others.  God put you on this planet for a reason, and it is about high time you started acting like it.  Stop repeating old patterns, and trust that everything around you is working to support you…even if the outward appearance is otherwise.”

So, as I get ready to walk through the narrow gate, and trust that what is before me is the best for me, Life has a funny little light to it this morning.  The dew is sparkling a bit more, and the bird song sounds richer and deeper.

Today I invite you to trust all that is around you, and release your desire to control everything.  Sometimes, despite what we might think, the Universe *is* conspiring to shower us with blessings (even if, at times, the experiences don’t feel so “blessed”).

With that, I’m packing my bags for this new adventure.  No more need of finding things to distract me from the road ahead.

From the ever wonderful Walt Whitman, an excerpt from Song of the Open Road

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.

The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)

“Happiness, that grand mistress of the ceremonies in the dance of life, impels us through all its mazes and meanderings, but leads none of us by the same route.” –Charles Caleb Colton

“Don’t be afraid to take a big step if one is indicated. You can’t cross a chasm in two small jumps.” –David Lloyd George

“It is not enough to be a hard-working person. Think: what do you work at?” –Henry David Thoreau

While the “worthy companion” part is not such a big deal to me much these days, as I have the wonderful and totally beautiful Mister The Mister.  And, with him we brought into this world four cherished and adored children.  Books, trees, birds and the back porch are some of my best friends.  Over the years I have been blessed with an abundance of friends who understand my introversion, and love me the way I am.

Now, please understand that I’m not agoraphobic, nor am I afraid of the “big world.”  Life itself has just given me an ability to sit all alone, with only myself, and contemplate the Greater Mystery. However…and this is a big however…some part of me doesn’t think it is okay to be a hermit or introvert, so it is constantly, and very often without my frontal lobe knowing about it, tossing me into a sea of unknowns.  Most likely this is something that stems from my childhood (paging Dr’s Freud and Jung, please!), or something that happened that my “rational” mind doesn’t remember.  Whatever it is…my life gets pretty darn annoying when something internal compels me to participate in a large group of people.

On top of this, I tend to be very highly sensitive.  Yes, “very highly” is not great grammar, but it drives the point home a bit.

For those of you that don’t know about HSP folks, here is a neat little description from Dr. Aron’s site, The Highly Sensitive Person:

 Dr. Aron explains that in the past HSPs have been called “shy,” “timid,” “inhibited,” or “introverted,” but these labels completely miss the nature of the trait. Thirty percent of HSPs are actually extraverts. HSPs only appear inhibited because they are so aware of all the possibilities in a situation. They pause before acting, reflecting on their past experiences. If these were mostly bad experiences, then yes, they will be truly shy. But in a culture that prefers confident, “bold” extraverts, it is harmful as well as mistaken to stigmatize all HSPs as shy when many are not. In The Highly Sensitive Person, Dr. Aron reframes these stereotyping words and their common application to the HSP in a more positive light and helps HSPs use and view these aspects of their personality as strengths rather than weaknesses.

According to the above quote, some sensitive folks are also extroverts…maybe that is why my brain puts me into situations that the rest of me would never undertake without being sedated!  :)

The point I’m going for here is this: I am what I am.  After 30 years of navel gazing (yes, yes, I started my introspection at an early age, as well as learning how to read patterns, ponder choices and engage in active listening), it feels good to pat myself on the back in appreciation of a job well done.What has also prompted this post is the repeating thoughts of no longer writing online, or engaging with social media, and strictly go back to face to face work with clients.  That doesn’t mean that I will be totally offline, but it will mean taking a break from the closet extrovertism that is displayed by being an online participant in the global community.  In essence, I would be a hermit with an internet connection, but only engaging those in need personally (instead of working hard to get new clients via online marketing).

So, today, I invite you to honor the privilege of being who you are.  Stop a moment to be happy with your New Authentica, and celebrate whatever -vert you are.

Hugs to ya!

Much love to all y’all!

“I’m beginning to believe that there are angels disguised as men who pass themselves off as such and who inhabit the earth for a while to console and lift up with them toward heaven the poor, exhausted and saddened souls who were ready to perish here below.”  ― George Sand

“Being sorry won’t get you into heaven. Get happy, son. Get that old spring into your step and stay on your toes.”
― Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land

But Moses protested, “If I go to the people of Israel and tell them, ‘The God of your ancestors has sent me to you,’ they will ask me, ‘What is his name?’ Then what should I tell them?” – Exodus 3:13

Yesterday I was able to put some plants into the garden.  Phew!

Playing in the dirt is quite therapeutic, and can bring a deep peace to one’s mind and body.  As you work the soil, moving old grass, clods of dirt, and, every so often, a worm or five.

Today is Monday, so that means a new video for Dream Tree Artworks!  Yee haw and skippity-doo-dah!  As much as I thought doing a weekly vlog would be, well, sort of strange, it is really opening up a creative part of myself.  For those that don’t know, I’m really a homebody.  While I really enjoy being with people, and visiting friends, the majority of my life is spent at home.  Or, stated more clearly, the majority of my life is spent with family.  Due to our size (6 of us!), it is often a Herculian task to get us all out the door in less than an hour.  And, if we go out, someone is sure to be hungry.  And if someone is hungry, there is sure to be food.  And if there is food, there is sure to be a bathroom stop.

Sounds like the book, “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie,” doesn’t it?

All of this means that we stay home more often than not.

When number 4 kiddo was born, it was very hard for me to stay at home.  There was just too much.  And by “too much,” I mean, too much to do.  It was easier to just ignore everything and leave the hacienda.  Now, with four incredible kiddos, who teach me more than I teach them, we all get great enjoyment from sitting on the back porch, watching the birds, and talking about cabbages and kings.

So, what in the world does the subject title have to do with this post?  Well, quite a bit, actually.  As I grow older, and think of my own “exodus” from my days of being young and carefree, I find that the journey of growing from child to adult, and from adult back to child again, that leaving the world behind for the hopes of a new one, free from my own internal bondage, is quite nice. (wow…that was a long sentence)  Faith and belief are a bigger part of my life now than ever before.  As I watch my children just *trust* in All That Is, and see Grace in all its beauty, my life becomes more real; more tangible.

And Gabriel?  Well…I have a particular fondness for Gabriel.  Every so often I will feel a brush of air around me, and somehow I understand that all will be well.

So, today, I invite you to leave something behind for a better place.  It won’t be easy, and at times you may think you’ve totally lost it, but carry on.  Just when you feel the journey is not worth it, Grace will come to guide you.

Much love to all y’all!

“Pray inwardly, even if you do not enjoy it. It does good, though you feel nothing. Yes, even though you think you are doing nothing.” — Julian of Norwich

“You do not need to know precisely what is happening, or exactly where it is all going. What you need is to recognize the possibilities and challenges offered by the present moment, and to embrace them with courage, faith and hope.” ― Thomas Merton

It has come to my attention that it is easier for me to be a hermit, than to be constantly meshed into the fabric of the dominant cultural paradigm.  No, really, I’m serious – seclusive contemplation looks good on me.

So now that you know this, you will enjoy a deeper understanding of who I am.

Much love to all y’all! 

“The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude.”  ― Aldous Huxley

“If you are alone you belong entirely to yourself. If you are accompanied by even one companion you belong only half to yourself or even less in proportion to the thoughtlessness of his conduct and if you have more than one companion you will fall more deeply into the same plight.” ― Leonardo da Vinci

“We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.” ― C.S. Lewis

In about 24 hours, the rest of the steps in the ZenHabits post finished themselves.  Well, all except #12, “Sell your own stuff.”  That one is coming soon.

One of my (s)heroes, Hildegard Von Bingen said: “ O Holy Wisdom, Soaring Power, encompass us with wings unfurled, and carry us, encircling all, above, below, and through the world.” (from O Holy Spirit, Root of Life)  Wisdom, that fickle and often cagey friend, has been with us since before time; before even the Holy Breath.  From Proverbs 4:6-7, we are given this: “Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you; love her, and she will watch over you. Wisdom is supreme; therefore get wisdom. Though it cost all you have, get understanding.”

Wisdom.

It may “cost all you have,” but it is more important than any other item in your satchel.

So, in one fell swoop today, a good friend witnessed my moment of walking with Wisdom.  For that I am forever thankful.

And, in this moment of clarity, it is important for me to remember that sometimes my best work is done alone, on the back porch, with a cup of tea and some kids playing around in the yard.  Being alone is sometimes the wisest thing we can do.

Today, and every day, I invite you to spend a few minutes alone.  It might just bring some wisdom.

Love to all y’all!

“Fear less, hope more, eat less, chew more, whine less, breathe more, talk less, say more, hate less, love more, and good things will be yours.” — Swedish Proverb

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” — Eleanor Roosevelt

Inspiration.

My plan this morning was to write about what inspires me, but I became distracted in the daily routine of mommy-hood.  As I formulated this post, the coffee got warm, the toast popped up, and a few rays of sun peeked over the trees.

My body felt the need to take a deep breath, and we moved together in a sacred dance of life.  Breath in – breath out.

Cats ambled around me, and a few deer lifted their tails as they enjoyed some yummy field greens.

Vivaldi was streaming from my iPod, and the birds seemed to know exactly when to sing along.

Today I invite you to stop, engage your space fully, and see the inspiration that is all around you.  You don’t need to follow in the footsteps of giants to find your way…just take a moment to breath.

Lots of love to all y’all!

“Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect, oblique side of yourself. If you do, it will take you where you need to go, but more important it will teach you a kindness of rhythm in your journey.” ― John O’Donohue

“Part of doing something is listening. We are listening. To the sun. To the stars. To the wind.” ― Madeleine L’Engle

Last night I had a dream where a past mentor took me into the attic in order to learn secrets, while some characters (archetypes) below in the living room were aggravated at me for leaving the writer’s group that was forming.

While there is some resemblance to my “waking life,” inasmuch that I do participate in several writing groups, the poignant part of this dream was learning that there is more to me than meets the eye.  That, locked away in treasure boxes, there are notes about my childhood, what I liked to wear as a teenager, or even that recipe I forgot from last week.

Our mind is such a treasure box of wonderful.  In an amazing trinity, our body, mind and heart come together to be our very best friend; our anam cara.  So, in essence, we are always with our “best friend.”  No matter where we go, there we are – all resplendent in our finery and read to take on any challenge.

There is a wonderful quote, one that I refer to often, that sums up how I feel about the wonderful vessel that carries me around.  We are such magnificent specimens.  Capable of so much more than we understand, but sometimes over-controlled by fear.  We claim there is nothing greater “out there,” but constantly seek proof for our equations.  Our walk is so full of patterns and reliability, while also embracing Chaos.

“I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.” – Psalm 139:14

One does not need a belief system to understand the absolute magic that happens every moment in our own body, mind and heart.  As we are sitting there surfing the ‘net, or reading blog posts, every mechanism within our body is taking care of myriad tasks: breathing, digesting, thinking, etc.  Such things of beauty are we, that sometimes our colors are so blinding.  In our self-darkness, we come to see that, truly, our beauty comes from inside.

John O’Donohue has a wonderful book with the same title as this post.  The text speaks of Anam Cara, or soul friendship, with oneself, or with the Divine (Grace).  It is a wonderful manual on accepting that which is, while also embracing that which can be.  This is a great book to read no matter what your spiritual path might be, and will inspire you to take a closer look at the wonderfulness that walks with you each day.

On this day I invite you to have a tea party for your Anam Cara, the one that dwells within, and listen to what your friend has to say.  Just sit quietly.  I promise something will come up.  Write about the experience in a journal, or make a piece of art that talks about your time with Anam Cara.

I love all y’all, and your Anam Cara’s, too!

“The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear what will become of you, depend on no one. Only the moment you reject all help are you freed.” – Buddha

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” — John 14:27

“There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.” – Paulo Coelho

Over the course of my life as a consultant, minister, teacher, mom…and human, I’ve come to realize some truths.  These are mostly of the personal variety, but after seeing repeating patterns in the culture…I’ve come to see some global truths as well.

The biggest item on the “list of things learned,” is that we, as an entire human race, are obsessed with fear.  Not only will we do whatever it takes to avoid being afraid, we will prostrate ourselves on altars, waste our entire paycheck, or fink on our best friend in order to be “safe.”

When some up-and-coming author/speaker/cult of personality tells me that I must find what it is that makes me happy, or else I’ll be some tool of the establishment, living on the back of those who didn’t find what they loved, it makes me feel…well…squicky.

This is the miracle of being human (well, okay, one of the bajillion) – we are totally in control of our life.  Yeah, yeah – government spy planes and tin-foil hats notwithstanding, it is our choice to let others deem what is important in our life. If we are doing what we love, some self-help guru positing about how your life will be a shambles unless you are making 6 figures will not make any type of impact on your life.  Especially if you act now, taking advantage of all kinds of bonuses.

(and, yes, several online marketing gurus just gasped and cried a few tears that I figured out their game of “scaring” people into being consulted…Heaven forbid any of us be “left behind”)

This song comes to mind…not sure why.  It is one of the songs that comes up in my internal jukebox from time to time.  Plus, it is Graham Nash…which is always cool in my book.

A client of mine once said some of the truest words ever spoken:

“How would I know about not being happy until someone told me that I was unhappy?”

Good point.

Anyway…I guess what the gist of this post is this — don’t worry about not knowing what you want to do for the rest of your life.  Just go out there and be the beautiful person who were born to be.  After you take the step to try something new, engage in life experiments, and decide that you are just going to experience a life free from fear, full of happy…what you love will just…well…happen.

Today I invite you to spend some time with yourself.  That’s all.

And, as always, know that you are loved, cherished and supported.

Hugs and lots of love to all y’all!

(p.s. – I’m on step 3 in the ZenHabits “do what you love” process…next week I will be tackling steps 4, 5 *and* 6!!)