This morning the sunrise wasn't too shabby, although not its beautiful self. I clasped my mushroom coffee in both hands, observing a bit of sky change rapidly in a matter of minutes. Too cold for me yet to sit on the earth, I walked into my 1930's home, and comfied myself with the novel, What Wild Women Do by Karma Brown. A juicy book indeed. What if we were brave enough to have such a camp, to create a retreat, a haven where women could REMEMBER their soul while nourishing one another? Maybe someday.
After Karma's ENCOURAGEMENT, I used my morning meditation to enjoy self, not just a little but A LOT. Even the cats who were dead asleep in the warm sun lifted their heads in alarm to see where the moaning and laughter was from. As I slipped off the bed and down to the cats I thought to myself...."If making love to myself is this Divine, what will it be like with my partner?!" I don't have one yet; but I'm patient because I'M ENJOYING the journey. And truly, my "self" thinks it's the partner I'm after, but that's the illusion...I'm after the delicious wandering and discovering the Divine in all I touch and partake in. Being with me, alone, can be intoxicating when I REMEMBER who I am.
"The ordinary arts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest." - Thomas Moore
So, decided to go for a high energy walk, which means powerful walking for about 20 minutes with a couple 1 minute breaks in between. Coming home my neighbor was beginning to mow the lawn and as usual, he paused to let me pick his most beautiful yellow weeds, but I call them flowers. My own property is almost a half acre which is a huge piece of land in Los Angeles.
Off topic....I MUST TELL YOU I LOVE MY HOME! I love my old home! The roof leaks, the toilet is a crap shoot, and the stucco is coming off on the outside. BUT THE LOVE AND LAUGHTER WE CREATE WITHIN OUR WALLS....I wouldn't trade it for ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD!
My 21 year old son kisses my eyes every night before bed and tells me he loves me. My 16 yog lets me smack her butt and kiss her head before bed. When the friends spend the night I kiss all of them on the head. I sleep with my 12 yog and she wraps her arms and legs around me at night. HOW COULD I NOT FEEL THE DIVINE AND BLESS WHAT AND WHO I AM and WHAT HAS BEEN GIFTED TO ME?!
It's the little things like flowers and kisses and plates of beans and rice that cause me to fall to my knees and worship the Divine!
The ordinary arts of folding laundry, bringing clothes up to my nose and smelling my children and offering gratitude for them. The ordinary arts of self-pleasuring and looking forward to the day of being with a partner. The ordinary arts of gardening, sprouting seeds, watching them grow along with god and then bringing them in to feed your family! The ordinary arts of picking flowers to bring pieces of god inside to ENCOURAGE and EXCITE the family! The ordinary arts of decluttering and deep cleaning....it encourages other family members to do the same without a word!
My sisters! As you tend to your soul and as you declutter your very being....NEW LIFE, (it's always been there but it's been clutteted) will emerge! Grab hold and DANCE with this JOY WHICH IS YOUR VERY ESSENCE! We were made to be JOYFUL! Bliss is our birthright!
I am REMINDING you sisters of your true identity. Your nature is love. Love has never left you, nor you it. God has never left you, nor you her, only religion has made it so.
What important to your soul? What feeds your soul in YOUR HOME? What practices can you implement within your home? Start here, water and feed these practices often and take note of how LOVE begins to fertilize every being within your walls!
You are doing better than you think! 🥰
Namaste (all of my soul, SEES, RECOGNIZES and HONORS your soul) ❤️