Hello there fabulous folks!  Hope this post finds you happy and healthy!

Have you ever heard of the old belief "The Gods are Jealous"?  It’s a really old old old belief.  I think it may date back to pre-Roman…but, I am not sure.

Anyhoodally-do, I am bringing that old belief back…right here…right now.  I think the gods are jealous…they don’t want the beings below them to have too much good stuff.

Have you ever gone on a vacation to a beautiful place…and have the rains come, or the mosquito’s come, or have someone pick pocket you?  Yep…there it is…the gods were jealous.  They were cool with you goin’ out of town and all…but, to much of a good thing just makes them green with envy.  Those gods like to stir it up.  Ya know?

What about folks born on a leap year?  Total proof!  I mean come on!  Here are these fabulous folks who only get to celebrate the date of their original birth, once every 4 years.

Here is how it could have played out……

SCENE OPENS:  A group of gods are playing poker in a nondescript sort of place…
…talking animately and with much irritation to each other about how many birthdays are being celebrated in the lowlands. They come up with this great idea:

god 1 (He’s the dude with the long white beard…kinda grouchy…into themes of bug plagues):  "Hey, those humans are having too much fun with the whole birthday extravaganza.  They are starting to piss me off!"

god 2  (He’s a younger dude…kinda brooding…into themes of love lost..enjoys using family and social spins.  He is really the dude who wrote "Romeo and Juliet"):  "Why do you care?  Just leave em alone."

god 1:  "Well, its buggin me!  No one has celebrated my birthday in centuries! It’s like those puny humans don’t care about us.  They only notice me when I send a bunch of locusts down to them…and I am tired of bugs."  (Sigh)

god 2: (rolls his eyes) "Ah crap…here we go again!"

The other gods snicker to themselves.

god 4 (he is the dude that folks call upon when their winning streak has turned to the dark side.  He just wants god 1 and god 2 to get back to the game!): "I got an idea…let’s just mess with some of the birthdays.  Nothin much happens in February anyway…so let’s just add one extra day every four years.  Now, lets get back to the game."

The idea is agreed upon.
They get a good chuckle and go back to their card game

SCENE ENDS…lights fade low.

Okay…time to come back to the blog post…what was I talking about?

Oh right…gods and jealousy!

I have decided that this truth is behind my health blip.  I am too smart, too funny and too damned cute for the gods.  They are jealous.  They don’t want me to be too fabulous.  Only the gods are allowed to be too fabulous!  So, they sent this health blip to make me less fab.  I know it!  The gods are punishing me and my fabulousness!

Well, as some of you already know, I recently bought a new computer.  It is the coolest computer ever.  Its red!  and shiny!  and quite fancy!

While trying to figure out how to move all of my stuff from the old computer to my new cool computer…things started to get….weird.  I mean…really weird.  When I tried to type a document, numbers showed up instead of letters.  Weird boxes popped up saying weird stuff with big red "X’s" on them.  Programs were unable to install.  The DVD drive disappeared!  I think at one point my computer moaned and sighed.

After hours on the phone with the tech folks, things finally seem to be fixed.  At least for now. 

I hesitate to even post this blog in case one of those gods read my blog.  Ya never know with benevolent beings!  If they read about my computer being fixed they may do something else to it.  You see, the gods aren’t just jealous of us humans…they also extend this fussy behavior to non living objects.  Yep, they are jealous of all of our cool stuff!

I guess product development isn’t high on their lists of things to do up there.  They are more interested in being voyeuristic with each other and with us.  What kind of life is that?  Watching your neighbors and thinking of ways to mess with them? 

Ah well, I guess it takes all kinds!

I hope the gods get bored of me soon…cuz I have some other cool and fun ideas that are buzzing around in my mind.  I have to figure out a way to get them off my tail first so they don’t mess anything up. 

Got any ideas?

Hello all of you wonderful folks!
I woke up this morning to a blanket of snow outside. To the sun shining.  Everything is white and glistening.  As I look out my window, I see two little bunnies eating something yummy.  I don’t know what they are eating but, whatever it is…they are intent on it!  There are birds at the bird feeders busy with eating and socializing. They have lots to chat about this morning! 

Yes, our back yard is like a strange Disney movie…bunnies hopping, birds singing, mice dancing about in the garden…once and awhile a hawk comes to hang out and scares everyone away.  This mini world brings me many giggles and it’s lots of fun for me to make up little stories about what is going on!

Which leads me, quite nicely, to my topic for today!  Making up little stories about what is going on!  I do this often!  It seems that instead of shutting up and listening…I would rather make up some fancy pants story.  This has become very apparent to me in the last handful of days. 

Here is what happened:

A couple of months ago, I decided to stop taking this particular powder (nutritional supplement) that I had been on for about 7 months.  I had heard of something new that wasn’t as expensive as what I had been on. 

I thought to myself: 
"Well, this isn’t helping me as much as I am thinking…so I am going to try something new!"
Did ya catch that phrasing?
Note to self:  If I am having improvement with something….stay with it!!!!!!!  If I am having improvement with something…notice the improvement…acknowledge the improvement!!!!

Ah, DUH!!!!!

SO, I decided to try this new product.

Well, my health blip symptoms have been slowly coming back every since.  Did I notice the connection with changing products?

Uh…NO!

Did I come up with all sorts of stories as to what was causing the symptoms to come back?

Uh…YEP!

Did these stories have anything to do with me changing products?

Uh…NO!!!

Not only did I make up a bunch of bogus stories…but, my body was telling me all along that something wasn’t working.  I was too busy making up stuff to listen to what my body was saying. 

What were some of the stories?
Really?
You really want to know?

Well, they explored various versions of how much I suck to how I need to do more "work" to become more enlightened so that this pain won’t come back anymore.  No Disney vibe here!  No bunnies romping.  No birds chirping!  No mice dancing! Just plain old carnage!!!!

So, this weekend…after days of pain and abuse…I decided to shut up and spend some time listening to my body.

Well, it had lots to say.
I tried to interrupt a few times…but, it just talked right over me. 

Okay, I get it! 

I got a theme goin’ on here. 

Shut up and listen to my kids (See "shut up…and listen), and shut up and listen to my body.  Just shut up and listen!!!!

Glad to know that I don’t need to be beatin’ over the head with a big stick!!!!!

So, I did. I shut up and listened.  I wrote a gazillion pages in my journal allowing my body to have its say through the writing.  And again, I was reminded of how much my body loves me and is doing its best to take care of me.  It reminded me of some things that help it feel better and it reminded me of how much better I really am feeling.  I am healing!  I am so much better than I was a year ago…and a year before that. 

Thanks body! 

I appreciate how patient you are with me…I can be a bit slow on the uptake!

I appreciate your guidance.

I appreciate that you never give up.

I appreciate that you do know how to heal.

I appreciate how well you take care of me even when I am beating the crap out of you.

I appreciate you!

Thanks body!

So, lovely readers…what is desiring your undivided attention within you?

What parts of you are crying out to be heard?

In what ways do you judge your body and make it wrong?

How could you shift this?

What does your body want from you?

In what ways can you honor your bodies desires?

…and remember to be nice to yourself…even if you have not been listening for awhile!  You are doing the best you can!

Peace to you and to your body~

Greetings fabulous readers!

I am writing today from my brand new fabulous computer.  It is a red Gateway laptop…with lots of bells and whistles!  We have named her "Ruby"~  Thanks to my son for coming up with the name…he is a writer and collects names for his characters.  I think that "Ruby" is going to show up in a story soon!

Since the weather has been fairly warm recently, my son and I have been going hiking together.  During these hikes he has been sharing about the novel that he is writing.  Now, this is really a big honor because he is a fairly superstitious fella.  I think writers are kinda like ball players…they have to use certain things in certain order or they will lose the game.  They have to have certain snacks to eat while they are writing or the flow will be tampered with.  They have to back up their work in certain ways on certain types of things or the world will end and the creative flow will dry up forever! 

Anyway, my son has not felt comfortable sharing his work because if he does…just saying things out loud will stop his flow of writing and the story will crash and burn and he will never be able to write again!

He may have gotten some of these superstitions from me…but, I can’t talk about them because if I do…it will wake up the energies of these things and they will come true.  Enough said!

Anyway, back to the hiking. 
The other day we went on a fun trail and my son spent the whole hike talking about this really awesome story that he is writing.  When I tried to ask any questions or say anything, he would sorta talk over me and continue sharing about this, that and the other concept.  I soon realized that he was processing his thoughts out loud.  I was just there to listen. So I hunkered down and shut my mouth and let him talk. 

And talk he did.  I don’t think he has talk that much to me since he was 15!

As I listened to his concepts, I was blown away that this kid, who was a little boy just a blink ago…is a young adult. I mean, I have sorta known this for awhile…sorta!  But, something happened while he was talking and working through his story line..it really clicked.

How did I not notice this before? 

Where the hell have I been?

It is funny that all I needed to do was to shut up and listen.  Shut up and really listen!  Not, try to come up with inquiring questions  or  feedback…or any of that. 

Our hike lasted for about an hour and a half and during that time I didn’t say much of anything.  I just hiked and listened…listened and hiked and totally enjoyed this young man who happens to be my son.  And now I know, without a shadow of a doubt that no matter what…he will figure life out.  He has the skill, he has the tenacity…he has the humor…he has it…he has what he needs. 

And if he gets stuck and decides that he wants to talk about what he is stuck on…all I have to do is shut up and listen!!!!

Here is a fun chance for you my fabulous readers to try this yourselves…if ya want!  The next time someone tries to talk to you…especially your kids…try shushing…and just listen.  Just allow the persons thoughts to unfold.  Just allow them to be where they are. 

Enjoy!

Smooches everyone!

The other day my fella and I were hangin out chattin’ about stuff when all of a sudden he looks at me very intently.

"Is everything all right?"  I asked~

"Yep!  I just think you are beautiful!"  my fella said~

"Oh, I thought I had something on my face!" 

I giggled nervously~

As I sat there thinking about this exchange…I thought: "Huh…cute for sure, pretty…sometimes…but, beautiful…that’s a stretch!"

So I turned to my fella and asked him if he was feeling alright.  I started thinking that for sure something was wrong…like he was gonna die or something.  He was saying this because some big disaster was about to happen and I would be left alive and alone remembering with deep grief how much he loved me and thought I was beautiful.  I waited for the ground to shake and something heavy to fall on his head~

Nothing happened.

As I have pondered my response to my fellas complement, I started to think about my history with complements and acknowledgments.  The ones that fit neatly into the views that I hold of myself feel just dandy.  The ones that are out of my realm of thought, stir up the worry that the end is near!

How did I come to this conclusion?

Well, I have known many folks who have died…lots of close friends and one husband.  What they all had in common was before their journeys they ALL became very verbally warm and loving.  It is like they all knew, on some level, that it was time to share the love that they felt with those around them.

So, thats my story! 
Too much love and compliments means the end of the world!
Okay, I know what your thinking!  This logic doesn’t really hold up. 

If circle A= all people who acknowledge and compliment me in unusual ways…
which slightly intersects circle B= the thoughts I think about myself…
and circle C (which slightly intersects both A and B)= those folks who have dropped dead after an unusual acknowledgment or complement.  We can see from this that my logic is slightly….just slightly flawed!

Hmmmmmmm…better rethink this one.
Maybe….just maybe if my fella tells me that I am beautiful that might mean he was just seeing something about me in that moment that he wanted to share. 
Hmmmmmmm…nah!  It CAN"T mean that!  I think that I need to spend a bit of time with this one:)

So, dear readers, what is your story?

Where does your mind go when someone acknowledges you, or gives you a compliment that doesn’t fit the world view you hold of yourself?

How do you respond to them?

Have a love filled day~

Hello fabulous readers!

I was out and about yesterday shopping for some this and that.  The overwhelming advertisements for Valentines Day was thick in the air.  Pink, red and white…oh my!!!!  Oh and lots of heart shaped decorations. 

Now, this didn’t inspire my inner romantic to come out and play…do I even have an inner romantic?  Hmmmmmmmm~  Rather, this inspired my inner rebel to come out and play. I was making wise cracks about this, that and the other thing.  I was on a roll, which I thought was hilarious when my fella turned to me and asked:  "What has gotten into you?"  After some smug remarks shot back at him, I wondered about this rebelliousness oozing out of me. 

What has gotten into me?

Now, I am person who is surrounded by love and sends love out by the bucket fulls.  I love love!  My work with people is all about the love of self and sending that love out into the world.  So, how come Valentines Day bugs me so much?  You would think that I would be the kind of person who makes glittered hearts and hangs them on my front door.  Actually, I did do that a few times when the boys were young…but, that was an art project we did together and they wanted to place it in a spot to be witnessed by the world.  This spot happened to be the front door!

So…here it is…ready?

What bothers me about Valentines Day is that some how all the advertising, and bombardment of "LOVE" during the weeks preceding this day, wakes up the "Love Critic!"  Do you know who I am talking about?  That inner beast that uses this time of year to point out all the problems that you have with love.  The inner critic is live and well…living in a town close to you!

And since I was on a roll making wise cracks about this advertisement and that advertisement…there was a good chance that my inner love critic was somehow being activated. 

Yep!

That is what was happening! 

My inner love critic had been whispering sweet nothings in my ear for about a week.  And since I had been unconsciously shoo-ing it away…it was beginning to yell at me! 
It tends to say the same things:  I suck because (fill in the blank…different things on different days!)

And since it likes to be right…it had been gathering proof for awhile!!!

Sneaky little sucker!

Okay.  So, now that I was able to hear what it was saying, I was able to do some this, that and the other thing to soften its steady voice. 

I have decided to not only send out valentines to all of those folks that I love…I am going to also send one out to me.  Because even though I can find all of this proof of how I am not loveable, I can also find lots of proof that I am loveable.  Where do I want to put my focus? 

Where do you want to put your focus.
Remember where ever we put our focus we can find proof that we are right. 
We get to choose what direction we want to take!

So, if you feel inspired…and even if you don’t, send a lovely love note to yourself.  Not just for Valentines Day…but, for everyday!   Loving others is a wonderful thing…loving the self is the tough one.  It is where most of us have a struggle. 

Wishing you a life time of self love~
Peace!

I stole this from Gary Craigs newsletter!  Its hilarious:)
(sorry this type is so big and bold…I can’t figure out how to change it!)

Astrological Light Bulbs

How many members of your astrological sign does it take to Change A Light Bulb?

Aries: Just one. You want to make something of it?

Taurus: One, but just "try" to convince them that the burned-out bulb is useless and should be thrown away.

Gemini: Two, but the job never gets done – they just keep arguing
about who is supposed to do it and how it’s supposed to be done!

Cancer: Just one. But it takes a therapist three years to help them through the grief process.

Leo: Leos don’t change light bulbs, although sometimes their agent will get a Virgo to do the job for them while they’re out.

Virgo: Approximately 1.0000000 with an error of +/- 1 millionth.

Libra: Er, two. Or maybe one. No – on second thought, make that two. Is that okay with you?

Scorpio: That information is strictly secret and shared only with
the Enlightened Ones in the Star Chamber of the Ancient Hierarchical
Order.

Sagittarius: The sun is shining, the day is young and we’ve got our
whole lives ahead of us, and you’re inside worrying about a stupid
light bulb?

Capricorn: I don’t waste my time with these childish jokes.

Aquarius: Well, you have to remember that everything is energy, so…

Pisces: Lightbulb? What lightbulb?

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