I have energetic beings surrounding me to help me get to loving, easy excitement. Wouldn't it be nice to feel at ease? This is my practice lately. The messages that come to me from many teachers are to focus on self-care, to feel the love of source – love of self that is always there if I allow it. I can think thoughts that feel good. I can think general, good feeling thoughts. I am not in charge. I can't make people happy, or sad; I can't make anybody feel anything.
I believe that my life can be exhilarating and rich without having to create drama. It is my intention. I will have a thrilling life that is not based on surviving drama. It is based on serenity. It is based on listening. It is based on forward movement. It is based on love.
Time to start up the blog again. I grew up listening to my parent's music, and Peter, Paul and Mary were some of my favorites. I recently bought a Peter, Paul and Mary album on iTunes, and it's wonderful. For many years, I have had a pretty strong emotional reaction to "Puff the Magic Dragon". It's the line "a dragon lives forever, but not so little boys…" Today, it struck me, that I can feel around here a bit and probably uncover something. Quite obviously it has something to do with fear of growing up. That is not a new concept for me, but there is more to it. It's a separation thing. "Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave." I never believed in lifelong friends. I could do it myself, and I could do it better. That belief does not serve me. Can't beat it away with a hammer. Can't use dynamite. Gotta let is slide off like a rotten mushroom. Like water off a duck's back. Like hot fudge on mint chip ice cream. Easy.
IN other news, I've recently been advised to treat my body as a temple. Which I am enjoying playing with. Hot baths and candles and broccoli and mac and cheese. My body loves me. I love it. And with a little intention and focus, it's fun to treat myself. Hot stone massage tomorrow!
Oh, and I think there's another thing about Puff. Part of my not growing up. It's because it says "not so little boys". I lived as a boy in my head for the first few years of my life. I remember the day my mom told me I had to wear a shirt to go outside, and my brother didn't have to. And I decided that my life was now limited. I really was a girl, and that sucked.
Here's to the beliefs that are floating away today…that my life is limited…that I can do it better by myself…that my body is a garbage pail.
Hello abundance! Hello cooperative creation! Hello temple of myself. Feels good.