Reflecting, reflecting, reflecting. That’s my game. And since it’s my birthday (yay me!) it is only natural for me to reflect on this turning 40 thing. I reflect on what has come of my life. I ponder where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.
So there’s this. I had the opportunity to ‘inspire’ this morning at the Dane Buy Local meeting. It was a 2 hour meeting and I was on the agenda for 5 minutes of ‘INSPIRATION’. Too funny. My plan was to talk about the new STEP
Gratitude is one of my favorite things. It is my go to when I’m not feeling the groove and I have fun practicing gratitude daily. But it annoys me on Thanksgiving. Perhaps because Thanksgiving has a Hallmark holiday tone to it I get slightly irritated
I’m not angry today. I’m not feeling peaceful but I am not angry either. I’m sick to my stomach and my heart hurts. When I think of the killing of Michael Brown I am not thinking about the riots, the unreal decision not to indict
It is the Intention Bath. I haven’t taken one yet but this healing Shaman woman just advised me to take one. (For complete accuracy she told me to make an intention and take a fucking bath. An epsom salt bath.) Apparently I’ve got some healing
This morning I was in my warm bed reading, thinking and enjoying the quiet. It was wet outside after last night’s thunderstorms. It was pretty much the perfect Sunday morning. These are the times I get reflective. I was trying to figure out what has