A Quiet Autumn Morning ...

a flock of Canada geese on a quiet cove of Lake Champlain ...

Well, gosh, 2013 is providing so many wonderful opportunities for learning, it's ridiculous.  I am having the month from hell--and I want to cry, and rant and rave, and wallow in a pity party, and blame everything on somebody--something--else, and yet ...

... And yet I also am totally able to also see that this 3-D reality is so temporal, so illusory, that really, Marna, is it worth getting all stressed out about?  "It's only life, after all," to quote my fav duo, the Indigo Girls.

On so many levels things are shifting.  Forget steady ground, there's not even shifting sand beneath my feet.  Yikes.  I'm the kind of person who can be alone yet never lonely, quiet and secluded yet never bored, under stress and challenged but never depressed or faithless.  And yet, these days I have been experiencing a whiff of these things, and that has shocked me.

Still, while I may be feeling "less than" and "compromised" personally, I've had amazing success with clients and feeling ever more connected to the I Am.

I guess that's the rub... feeling, being, experiencing all the dichotomies, all the polarities of 3-D, and Knowing at the same time, my constancy as an integral part of the I Am, the Source Field, as David Wilcock calls it.

6 a.m. and time to get moving.  Kids, school conferences, making lunches, getting problems solved and monsters slayed, appeasing co-workers and catching up with best friends who are those touchstones to Who you Really Are ... that's what the rest of my week holds.  How about you?

I promise myself I will remember to Breathe, take One Thing at a Time, and always know Who I Am.  At least I'll try.

May Love, Sunshine and Fairy Dust bless your day--and mine!

Good Music ...

Good music can make we me weep, in its beauty and profundity, whether it be rock, instrumental guitar, or classical.  So, I guess I could say true beauty makes me weep, in its profundity and poignancy.  I will tear up at a sunset in a heartbeat.  It just resonates in a deep place where I feel one with all, and before I know it, I’m wiping my eyes.

I clearly remember when I was a pre-teen, at music camp.  We were in orchestra (myself being a 2^nd violin), playing Pachelbel’s Canon.  Here I was literally surrounded by all this live music, and I was flooded by the beauty of the piece, at that moment, with 30-40 string instruments in harmony together.  What emotion it evoked!  I had to shut it down to continue playing.

This awesome kid here, Jason Kertson, just did me in with his little video.  I wanted to share it with you.

I think for most people, pure talent is a turn-on.  I think he was around 13 when he did this, 3 years ago.  Wow.

Anyway, 2013 has been kinda blowing my mind.  A lot of big personal growth going on for me, and I know, others.  Still managing to stay centered, getting better at being grounded, and now better navigating the challenges of being part of such a world on the brink.

How y'all doing?  Let me know!

Oh, yeah ... here's that beautiful sunset I was talking about ...

Lake Champlain

Wait! It's June already???

I've started so many blogs in my head the last few months.  Really good ones, too!  They never managed to complete that great journey from my brain into my fingers, through the keyboard and into this blog site.  And now where are they?  Vanished, into the void of things undone and inspiration abandoned... victims of procrastination and neglect.

Oh well, no worries.  That's the beauty of an unlimited Multiverse.   There's always more where those came from!

I've created a bit of a retreat for myself--3 1/2 days of a time out, time away--arriving at the motel at midnight, just now getting into the swing of relaxing and letting my brain unwind from the many chores, obligations and shoulds that plague the "normal" day.  When I've created space in there for enough inspiration for a new post, I'll write it, but for now I'll just include some artsy inspiration that has arisen the last few months!

A gorgeous sunset at Shelburne Beach

I love good writers. Chris Bohjalian is a fave...

The Sandcastle Girls
I loved Chris Bohjalian's deep and poignant novel exploring the Armenian purge a century ago.  He deftly weaves two timelines together, as the horror is lived out by members of a family in one, and we ride along with their granddaughter in the other as she searches out the truth of her familial past. He makes it all too clear the fragility of not only lives, and time, but perception as well; how we view things and then act on that viewpoint, correct or not, can change the course of a family--history--for ever.  Chris is always a good read. This one pulled the tears right out of my eyes, and my heart, at the end.

Below zero ...

It's cold in Vermont this week ... getting colder.  A great day for a fire in the fireplace, cooking up yummy tastes and smells in the kitchen, decluttering the house, letting my brain have its way with paper and pen--markers, actually, lots of them!

Happy 1/23!