Buying my chairs
“your library of information about the [your] self is quite a thing. it will keep me busy reading for a long time”
yeah baby.
Buying my chairs
“your library of information about the [your] self is quite a thing. it will keep me busy reading for a long time”
yeah baby.
So yeah, The Chicken Man. Met him. No doubt. No kidding. No pie in the sky bullshit dream because I want it so bad I mistake it for something it isn’t. This is it and the ride has begun. Meet D, Mr. Furnace. D, meet the peoples. Now for the background and build up to make you wait still further in suspense.
As you know, I had what I considered a prophetic dream a couple of years (!) ago. And I’ve referred to the hoped for person as the Chicken Man. Since then I’ve kept my eyes open and I’ve thought I found him a couple times for about, well a second, and in one stellar case of disaster and disappointment and eventually at least friendship, 3 weeks.
What I got from that harsh lesson was finally arriving at the point where I gave up hope and stopped looking for the Chicken Man. You know the one, every time you’ve been single and looking again some friend, who you love but want to duct tape her mouth shut says, “it always happens when you least expect it.” That one right? Maddening. But you know it’s true even though it totally pisses you off and then the dismay of realizing that turning yourself off that way is oh so hard because how do you make yourself believe something like that when you simply don’t want to, you want to make it happen, how could you stop hoping? Looking? You know its true and that it’s your only hope and yet, if you’re like me, you cling to old ways. The only way most of us, okay me, can get to the point of least hope, least expectations, is to fail.
Let’s do a check-in on your progress so far in 2010, Cancerian. The year’s half over, and I’m wondering if you’ve been cashing in on the unique invitations that life has been sending your way. The way I understand it, you’ve been summoned to emerge from your hiding place and go wandering around in exotic and unfamiliar places. Events that in the past may have turned you inward toward thoughts of safety have in recent months nudged you out in the direction of the Great Unknown. Have you been honest enough with yourself to recognize the call to adventure? Have you been wild and free enough to answer the call? If not, I suggest you find it in yourself to do so. The next six months will be prime time to head out on a glorious quest.
You betcha baby. I’m packed up and ready to cruise this path I’m on. In spades. Oh yes, people there is kismet here, amazing mind melds, healing, flying, and pizza eating. And of course those pesky life lessons. But it’s good and when I get a moment to chill in the next few days I’ll tell you about my epiphany this morning.
just wow
After the drought, the rain… I am a lucky woman, green and growing, lush and buzzing…
I’ve been negotiating the waves of energy provided by the universe. Finding out what and how much I’m ready for. Free falling as I live in faith that exactly the right thing is going to happen at exactly the right time. Patience is a virtue I am finally discovering that I have, in more quantities than I ever dreamed. Good, no GREAT, things are worth it.
Read this the other day and am proud to put myself in the Woman category:
“It is at this exact juncture that we separate the girls from the women. A girl attempts to soothe herself by taking potshots at others — “All guys suck” — and mocking her own need to love and trust others. A woman opens herself to the possibility of disappointment in love and vows that somehow, some way, she will remain open to it anyway, an extraordinary act of courage. To recognize and take in betrayal–to admit that it is possible no matter how smart or careful you are–and still choose love, is to stand on the razor’s edge between wanting safety through love (and holding yourself and your partner hostage to this need) and knowing that such safety is impossible.
~ Susan Piver
The man I mentioned several weeks ago? Things are going swimmingly. Riding waves of excitement and bliss and sacredness and fear and love and holy cow this takes work and I think I finally grew up and in all the good ways energy.
Life is very, very good today. OMG. I can not share with you the way I did with M. M. was test waffle #2. He taught me what not to do, again, and I have learned my lesson. And D? He is teaching me too and forcing me to test my vows to myself. It’s hard living up to the principles we set for ourselves when we are wounded and yet determined to try again. Yesterday we moved from getting to know each other and quick hugs goodbye to long, more energy laden, hugs and ripping ourselves apart at the door. No innuendo there, just energy passing intensely with very little physical connection but more than before. The conversation changed dramatically today and D. and I have much to talk about indeed. He talks as much as I do and this is going to be good. I can feel it in my bones. We both need time, are both damaged from past disasters and so are taking it very slow and I’m liking that a great deal. I’m in a constant state of heightened awareness however and the sleep is not happening as much as I need it to. 4 hours a night for a week is kicking my butt. Tonight I hope to get some domestic things in order and then crash like a big dog in preparation for our midnight rendevous Friday night.
Oh, and the job still rocks too.