Humming along with a beautiful song, thinking Love thoughts and drawing.

Whistle while you work … fweet, fweet, fweet, do-do-do-do-do-do-do …
Humming along with a beautiful song, thinking Love thoughts and drawing.

Whistle while you work … fweet, fweet, fweet, do-do-do-do-do-do-do …
I was so grateful to wake this morning and to be able to share my midnight thoughts (in an earlier post).
Eyes wide open, my fur kids came in for the Love, and a bit of play before breakfast time.
I have a very nice, relaxed job I have the privilege of working, my co-workers are great people with little to no negativity, and I have opportunity to play music in my ‘office’ … Love songs … so good. I especially like to listen to men sing Love songs … melts my heart …
I’ve ordered Zentangle supplies and will get my artsy self going in creating something beautiful. I find myself humming a little tune when I do this, and my mind relaxes after a day of crunching numbers at work.
I am grateful for friends who seem to always be sharing uplifting messages and words of Love and Care … they make my new habit formation (Attitude of Gratitude) that much easier.
It is only Wednesday, but I’m dreaming of this weekend already when I will gather with those I Love, sharing care and a meal and prayer to Creator through the drum, representative of the heartbeat of the Earth, our GAIA. This brings a smile to my face, as I ponder what tasty dish to bring and share with my Soul Family.
Another Love song ….. oh, my beating heart …
Thank you to the men who are so generous with their emotions, with their Love. I am ever so grateful for you.
When I need Love …. I just close my eyes …. and there you are.
Attention …. I would also say Time, but time is a relative thing … an illusion.
In the past I viewed ‘others’ as sometimes stealing my time, wasting my valuable love, abusing and using it. I would get annoyed, hurt and angry … the cycle never seemed to end.
Yesterday, on my birthdate, the day WE as a Soul Family celebrate Life (ALL birthdays are special and celebrated for the Life it represents) I was gifted a new perspective.
You see … Time is an illusion, which means from whatever point of perspective we are at, this is what we deem time to mean, and we base opinions about the input and output upon whatever that meaning is.
For me, Time and Attention were intermingled, always swimming around each other. It seemed people demanded my attention, and whatever I gave never satisfied.
When we remove Time …. we understand what the most valuable currency to any life form truly is …. the Attention.
I realized that the singular me was giving attention constantly, yet in the demand for it from me, I was also receiving, from many.
Many aspects of life, many people and animals gave, and give, their attention to me. It is an exchange. While the single me gives, the singular me also receives, much more attention than I could ever release. This is how we are replenished … it is a near invisible exchange, or so it has become.
All of those I have interacted with, as singular, and as a collective, have paid me with their most valuable currency, their attention. I do not know how it is that I warranted such payment, such blessing, but they paid it anyway, indeed, while piling on a ton of interest.
How is it that I have become the wealthiest woman alive?
I have amassed an incredible amount of attention with special interest added. The most valuable currency of Life has been bestowed upon me abundantly, from many sources, seen and unseen.
Can you, can anyone see me understand this incredible gift I have received? Or have I become what you have paid? Have I become the collective that is you?
There is a consensus that I must be a powerful person. Could it be that those who have paid their attention to me, see not me, but the collective wealth which has covered my essence? Perhaps they are drawn, not to me, but to this incredible wealth which they themselves have generated and gifted? I sometimes wonder if I can even be seen any more, or if perhaps I am so intermingled in this wealth of attention, we have enmeshed and become one.
The shiny, glamorous, powerful collective of the most valuable currency to Life.
It is no wonder it is so attractive …. it has gone from the singular to the collective … it has expanded beyond recognition.
Yesteryear was a ‘time’ of separation, a challenging time when lack and theft were perceived as the norm.
Today, I see it as a true gift giving, every ounce, every interaction in which I receive attention, and share it in return.
Old habits of blame and pain, of retracting, shrinking and attempting to hold what little I perceived I had are gone now.
A new habit will be formed, one of a polar opposite, one I consciously choose to nurture.
An Attitude of Gratitude will be cared for and grown in myself …. every day, every moment, I will look for that which I am grateful for.
This morning, I am grateful for waking, for being able to share this new thought form with you, this change in perspective.
Shifting from the pole which says Lack is the norm, to its polarity which says Abundance is the norm.
It will be a challenge.
Swimming in a sea of polarity will seem like drowning, I may reach for the shore of what has been known, what had become comfortable, as comfortable as a sense of lack can be.
Negative habits took practice, and so shall this shift.
Yet with practice, this habit too shall become easy, second nature even. It will be a conscious effort in the beginning, and will slip into an unconscious state of being as time goes forward.
I look at it as an exercise.
I’ve climbed Mt. Everest and am exercising my mind, my will. It is tough, the air is thin, it is cold and void of comfort …. I will continue this exercise of Will … and when the time is right, I will descend this mountain …. and there, it should be a breeze to embody and share from a point of grace, of strength of mind, of a knowing that what was worked so hard for will become easier.
A sharing in the knowing that everything is exchange.
We get to choose what exchange we accept …. and perhaps we accept it all, even the not so nice… and we transmute it into a loving energy … even if we must do it while apart from the one(s) who have gifted.
Cheers, to recognizing true union, and the strength it provides us as individuals.
May all people recognize their gifts …
And their Power.
To heal ….
To transform pain and a sense of lack into Love.

My supervisor allowed me to leave an hour early from work today. You see, it is a very special day.

I drove to my home town in the forest that lines the Columbia River Gorge and treated myself to a nice mineral bath and wrap afterward. The window was open and the birds were singing.
I thought about my Soul Brothers and Sisters … my Soul Family.
I thought how it isn’t just my birthday, it is our birthday … as Soul Family, all birthdays are ours to celebrate with each other, however that shows up.
I found myself even more grateful for them as I considered our shared beingness, our intimate connections through Soul and Spirit.
It dawned on me how large my family truly is … and I vowed to honor them all, even when I find myself annoyed, because love is what holds it all together. Even when sometimes we must love each other from a distance.
After my sweet and relaxing treat I stopped at the boat launch to watch the kite surfers. They are A-MAZ-ING! I was in awe as I saw their acrobatic moves, imagining the strength that each one of them has to possess in order to do this for sooooo looooong! They were surfing, then flying … it was really a sight to see.
Driving up the highway I stopped for a picture of the Bridge of the Gods. The trees are tall here (I am glad).

There was a plaque listing some sites to see should one wish to. Someday … I’d like to visit the Stonehenge memorial.


There was an interesting bit of history listed also, and my imagination roamed as I pondered it.

Here’s a couple more pictures from here, near the Bridge of the Gods. It certainly is a beautiful place, this planet … our GAIA.


Another site along the path back to town.

As I approached the city I literally felt the heaviness creep in. The energies here are dense and mottled.
Remaining in good spirits requires extra effort when dwelling here amid these condensed energies.
So I made a resolution, my birthday resolution. I vow to train myself in an Attitude of Gratitude. Not just for a moment, or a day, or a week … but as a new habit … one that will never need breaking or reformatting.
Thank you Creator and ALL Spirit/Soul entities who gifted me such a wonderful day today. I felt the blessing of it to my very core, filling my essence with beauty.
For this … my first day … I Am Grateful.

I received a ride to work thru Uber this morning from a man who came to the states from Africa.
We discussed Bill Gates and the vaccination of people in Africa, and how I thought this was complete bullshite. He mentioned they are developing their own medicines and that the root of all medicines come from Africa.
I mentioned that according to genealogy, all life has its roots in Africa.
We discussed the riots, called protests. We talked about small business owners having their life’s work destroyed in a single night … business owners of all ethnic backgrounds.
We talked about many of these so-called protesters being from out of state, shipped in by bus, paid money (by someone(s) to cause chaos in the cities.
We talked about the children and how they respond to him, open of heart, willing to accept without judgement. We talked of their parents and their ability to mimic their children’s perceptions of acceptance and care.
When he dropped me at my location I tipped him. He said he was going to get tea, that he loved tea. I mentioned I do too.
He told me I made his day, already, in this early morning.
And that made me so happy.
There is so much value in the heart of all living beings … it has absolutely no-thing to do with gender or race … it is the heart of creation, and we all share it.
Crea, Crea, Crea …..
Bless you my beautiful friends.
May you be recognized today by another aspect of life, may your intrinsic contribution to the whole be honored, as it should.
May we unite as a single organism with many parts making up the whole.
I love you.
We can do this … together.

As one, we assist and bless each other … let us remember the importance of our union, and bring honor to it once more.
Our degradation has gone on quite long enough ….
Pony up soldiers ….
In Love.
Cleaning and burning … offering tobacco and sage to Grandfather and Grandmother, thanking Creator for such a lovely day.
Pizza was delivered, and it arrived piping hot! I was impressed at the heat of it and grateful the pizza place is right up the road and they were not too busy. Desert is here too, a chocolatey peanut buttery brownie!
The Fire Spirits are very good at keeping me company. Why, just being able to tend their fire brings a smile to my face and happiness to my heart.
Cleaning the roof wasn’t as dangerous as I had anticipated. Glad I shed the pounds making it easier to maintain balance up that high.
Oooohhhh, I do not want to go in. My fingernails are dirty, my face is too. Need a shower, but the warm breeze is rustling through the leaves … such beautiful music to my ears.
This day, the 8-8 Lions Gate, is a potent day. I spent my time focusing on being positive … however, those pesky negatives tried their mightiest to infiltrate my peace.
Fortunately, just being aware of it, and then choosing a different thought … overriding the uncontrolled dribble that sometimes speaks from the subconscious, makes it easier … this awareness.
And then, I sing a little silly diddy.
Having fun.
Today is a day to focus on my home. What does it mean to have a home? Is it a particular building? A specific set of rooms? Or is it the time when I feel safe, secure, and loved? If it is, then my home can be anywhere. And I can always make others feel that they too are home by sharing those feelings of well-being.
~ A Daily Book of Pagan Prayer by Megan Day

It is a precious thing.
So often it is not realized that love requires a certain circumstance in order to flourish.
Much like a garden, it must have proper care and nutrient …. love in, love out. Abuse in, defense out.
Too many times an abuser expects love to be born out of a beating, mental trauma, and a large amount of neglect.
I am impressed by this because it seems to be increasing …. abuse in, expecting a good crop of love to be received.
The gardener gets what he puts in.
It isn’t up to the plant to grow big and strong when the gardener spits on it expecting it to be sufficient water for growth.
Love must always attempt to extract itself so that it can replenish itself …. it is sad that ‘plants’ simply cannot get up and walk away.
