Energy on a page II

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Relationships ...

I’m looking for a large book to put under my macbook before I sit down with it in my lap. I grab the nearest qualifying book: Diana - Portrait of a Princess. There’s a photo of her on the paper bookcover that is captivating; beautiful and glamorous, she appears fresh and wild, majestic and magical, at the same time.

That’s what makes me think of her now—I first married within weeks of Diana and Charles, had a child in the same timeframe, and I often ruminated from afar in those early childhood/motherhood years, on what a great mother she seemed to be. Seeing those two boys turn into the young men they have, and how great they turned out (from the available evidence), is heartwarming to see. That first child of mine turned out great, also. Motherhood, I’ve decided, is always going to challenge me. I’ll never have it all figured out. I actually used to think that was possible, that I’d eventually just know what to do in every situation. Ha! It’s a guessing game and I find myself winging it a lot. Teenage boys are, of course, a very unique breed, capable of random acts of greatness and boundless energy, and often immersed in that special human mood reserved for teenagers. You know, the one where your decades’ worth of life experience “don’t count for anything” and, you keep looking for the Bang Head Here sign because you’ve tried everything else. Ah yes, an adventure indeed. But, that’s not why I started writing today. I digressed.

Or is this another digression? Hard to tell in a blog. Anyway, I called a friend to wish her a belated birthday this morning. We were talking about men (she’s married, I’m divorced) and she voiced to me her theory as to why she’s enjoying the company of older women now. “Women my age and up,” she said, which is mid-50s, “are still curious and still learning and growing, expanding. They’re wiser, more confident, and that’s fun to be around. They’re more interesting because they’re more interested.”

I agreed with her, and she went on to say, “Men, on the other hand, stay the same. If they were a horny pig at 17, they’ll be a horny pig at 87. They complain that women always want to change them. I don’t think so. I think, we just want them to change too, internally, to keep up with us. They don’t. And who they are at 25 is not so cute when they’re 65.”

Hmmm … food for thought, eh? I’ve always enjoyed my girlfriends, at every age. I recognized a kinship in the connection that is worth cultivating and nurturing, because girlfriends are there for each other in ways beyond normal loyalty, love and concern. We go through life and death together, literally, and those relationships are rock-solid when you take care of them.

My birthday friend did concede that there are the obvious exceptions to her rule. I had to tell her that in my circles of friends, the larger percentage of males are having an active spiritual life, in one way or another, than not, and that was satisfying to take note of. At the Earth Clock Equinox celebration last Saturday I’d bet almost half of the 75+ people that turned up were male.

Human relationships, family relationships, work relationships, all offer plenty of opportunity to learn more about ourselves. I’m grateful for the relationships with my girlfriends, some of which span most of five decades. They’re a constant in my life, a touchstone of support when my head starts spinning at the speed of Life around me. So thanks, ladies, goddesses and girlfriends in my life. I so appreciate you and all your magic, and how it enriches my life every day. I hope I do the same for you.

PS I think we should all send our (clean) panties to John Boehnert. He seems to want what we have, which he can’t, but perhaps a million panties will be consolation.

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mail-a-Million-Panties-to-John-Boehner-for-Womens-Reproductive-Rights/166189526768167#!/pages/Mail-a-Million-Panties-to-John-Boehner-for-Womens-Reproductive-Rights/166189526768167

Releasing Judgment

Who would you be if you could release all self-judgment?

Hmmm?

What if you did it, released all self-judgment?

Pause, let that idea percolate for a moment …

How would energy move through you, without all that resistance of self-judgment? How would you approach your day, your job, your family … your mirror on the wall? If there were no self-judgment, in its place would be self-acceptance, self-love, joy, expansion, Love, and connection. How do those words feel as you say them? Do you have to re-define them in this context?

I’ve had some mind-bending experiences lately. On February 17^th, I had an Akashic Records reading with the extraordinary Christy Johnson—more on that later, but here's her site--I highly recommend her!

http://intuitiveheal.com/

Then last week, my goddess group gathered around the computer and listened to Shifra Hendrie interview Rikka Zimmerman, an Access Consciousness facilitator. All of us in the room have been actively working and walking our spiritual path for a long time—and we were still blown away by what we heard. Here’s a link to that interview—I don’t know how long it will be up, but if you’re human and you have a pulse, it’s required listening, in my humble opinion.

http://www.quantumhealingandsoul.com/vip6/replay6.html

So, back to judgment.

Some tidbits from Rikka Zimmerman about judgment: Judgment is a toxin, a contagion. Judgment never belongs to you, because you’re a Being of Pure Joy and Love. Judgment causes Separation. When you feel a judgment coming on, switch to Awareness instead. Awareness feels lighter, Judgment feels heavier—it has an emotional charge to it.

And this one I really like:

Any judgment I make of myself is a borrowed opinion.

So again, I ask you, who would you be if you released all self-judgment? What a great question, eh?

Not only does judgment create separation, it creates limitation and fear. Where have you been destroying yourself in order to maintain those limitations you bought into? What part of you have you shut down to maintain the lies?

I have been chewing through these questions for days, and I’m still chewing! Talk about food for thought!

Here’s another question Rikka asked:

What if you do actually work? What if you aren’t broken?

Just ask yourself those questions, and note how you feel inside. I feel a spark go off, a sudden illumination, and I feel lighter, brighter.

And there’s an opening with those questions. There’s a response from the Universe, a shift in the flow of what we’re allowing ourselves to receive. The opinion we hold of ourselves is the only thing that we allow in, the only thing the Universe can give us.

How’s that for a mouthful?

What if you are, and have always been, a beautiful, successful, dynamic, charismatic and joy-filled being? Hold that thought, and watch your heart chakra. Do you feel it warming, opening, softening? What if _____________ … (fill in the blank) ?

Play with that awhile, savor it ... what if it were true?

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