It’s been disturbing me that I’ve gotten rather spotty in my posting here. Every morning I wake up and check on myself, mainly to read (and cringe at) what kind of sleepy nonsense I managed to type into this space before I hit “publish” and then the pillow.
It’s just that it’s November, and I am not a fan of November. My skin is dry, my lips are chapped and I am already wearing down clothing, albeit just down vests at this point, but down nonetheless.
When it’s November I want to curl up and read all the books on my bed table. I want to join NaNoWriMo. I want to go to Springwater for a month and meditate. I want to wake up at the ass crack of dawn and do ashtanga with Christine again (but not feel ass-draggy all day as a result.)
I’m reading more these days (and writing less). I’m reading Wayne Dyer’s the Power of Intention at the moment and trying to the apply its principles to my life: creativity, kindness, lovingness, beauty, expansiveness, abundance and openness. In that vein:
What if I am an infinite being in a temporary physical incarnation? How does that change things? And what if my life is magic? And what if everyone I contact and connect with is being brought into my life to teach me something, or point me in a particular direction?
And what if they’re not, but I pretend as if they are anyway? And what if I pretend as if everything I want is already mine (because it is)? How does that change how I roll, how I operate, how I live?
This is the stuff I’ve been thinking about, so do you see how it might be hard sometimes to sit down and write a blog post, especially at night, when I am newly home from my class, and tired? Do you see how it might be hard to know where to begin?
I wonder what I’ll think of this when I read it at 5:30 tomorrow morning? Remember Rule #6, Kath. Rule #6.
**Rule #6: “Don’t take yourself so damned seriously.”