LONG TIME...

Alas, my cpu crashed due to a virus. Result - no blogging since early November!! Two months of utter silence, not so much as a sniff from Sneezing Chickens!!

Am back - and durn pleased to be.

We had a dandy time at the Bryn Athyn Craft Fair. A wonderful, tasty Thanksgiving. An Advent season filled with every manner of blessings. Our best Christmas EVER!! A very happy new year. And am inching up on my much-anticipated 3rd act!!

Life stretches out in front of me like a glorious river, flowing from beloved familiar places to new horizons.

I reached out in October for support & received so much good will & generosity in return. #1 was an unexpected tool from Molly Donato - something to write out every day for 30 days, to say out loud three times each day:

The entire Universe loves me, serves me, nurtures me, and wants me to win.

There is more than enough for everyone.

I choose in this moment to release all sense of burden, stress, and fear.

I choose to live in trust.

I have wonderful gifts to give, and I give them generously.

I have wonderful gifts to receive, and I receive them joyously.

Money comes to me from all directions, and I am rich.

Money is energy, and is here to serve me.

I can be trusted to use money spiritually.

I tithe where I am fed spiritually.

I have wonderful projects for good in the world, and all the money & resources I desire shows up to support my work.

Money comes to me easily and effortlessly; I am a good receiver.

I have no greed in me; I love to share.

I have no fear in me; God provides lavishly for me, and all humanity.

Large, rich, opulent, lavish financial surprises now come to me, and I AM GRATEFUL.

And I wrote it out for 30 days, without once forgetting. I still write it out. I expect to write it out up to & including my birthday. It speaks my heart. What a wonderful tool for prosperity - and it didn't cost Molly a single dime!!

Benjamin Reynolds

It's interesting that Mom composed a Mindwalker1910 posting about her maternal grandfather, William Wolf Davis, but shared very little about her father.

I can understand not saying much about her mother, Rena Davis Reynolds - from what I heard from Mom & from my cousin Peggy, "Gran" was a real piece of work (and that's no compliment).

But Mom adored her father.

Then again, maybe that's why. It seems that the closer Mom was to someone, something, the harder time she had writing about it. With as wonderful a time as she had, with as much as it touched her heart, with how joyful it made her to celebrate, Mom could never share her experience of Chad & Whitney's wedding. Too close.

I wish I knew more about my grandfather than that he was a musician who played the piano & violin, among other instruments, and the autoharp when his heart condition didn't allow him to raise his arms for the violin. More than the very real fact that Mom lost him at the way too young age of 19. That she felt an illogical but very real guilt over not having been able to do more for him, that she couldn't keep him from dying from his heart condition.

There's very little I know about my maternal grandfather, Benjamin Reynolds. But I know his daughter loved him dearly & missed him through all her days.

avoiding elsa

yes, i've been intentionally avoiding elsa asplundh acton. not from any dire reasoning, but because it made sense to me. all the rest of the people i consider family have distanced themselves, i just gave her a wide berth assuming she felt the same whatever. realizing i have NO idea what or how she feels. unfair to both of us to steer clear.

get the lead out!!

that's what i've gotta do!

first up - there are six days left in this month. how many things that are hanging over me can i get done by halloween night? consider this throwing down the gauntlet!!

crest fallen

only one person - susan asplundh, god bless her - has returned a budgie buck. she included a quote i've never liked, at least until now. it's thoreau's "go confidently in the direction of your dreams ~ live the life you imagine." except for my bacs teaching years, this quote rang hollow for me; my post-teaching dreams were basically flat, unappealing, stunted.

until now. i'm thrilled to my very core that the first returned budgie buck is from an awesomely bold & utterly non-trad woman who is over the top in being the most essentially female female i know. i want to be to non-trad ~ and wildly effective ~ senior services that she is to motherhood ~ making it happen, for everyone's benefit, on my terms. and i now love love love that quote because my dreams are outsized enough to empower beyond the beyond.

yes, i am crest fallen. but i'm also fluffed up that i took the risk of sending the request rather than just sitting on my hands or twiddling my thumbs as leah barrier after leah barrier sprung up between me & my rachel life purpose!

i served my seven years to get my goal, only to find that what i got was the ability to find that goal, to clear out enough gunk out of my head & heart to recognize my life purpose when it came to the well. okay, so it feels like i'm dealing with multiple leahs blocking my path. the fact that i recognize my life purpose is beyond rejoicing. and i will serve those extra seven years to make it mine & they will feel as a single day.

surely the lord is in this place, to have taken me from the first crest-fallen subject line to a recommitted to this present moment & all that follow.

delayed deliveries

heading out this afternoon to FINALLY deliver the major batch of my 2011 "state of the human" update (aka "afterward"). and that's just the beginning. my bold brash ways apparently know no boundaries!!

my last post said it all

"tenderized" ~ that was me, in a very good way, over the weeks that marked the 10th anniversary of mom's bidding us au revoir & her reunion with her o! best beloved. took an unplanned but very wise hiatus between the end of august to mid october. spent those weeks just being, not posting on my blogs, allowing whatever arose to arise without commentary.

good to step back; good to be back.