I don’t think everyone who ever wrote a thing needs to roust themselves out of bed on New Year’s Day and tappety-tap out some dog and pony post for their “people”.
No.
Especially if they’re like me and find New Year’s feeling rather bleak every year. And ESPECIALLY if, when they sit down, inexplicably, to type, they are required to dodge their way to each key through a maze of guinea pig lunges via their 5 year-old’s grasp as she repeatedly demands,
“Pretend I’m your sleepy kitty!” and “More cereal!”
And yet, somehow, here I am.
Somehow this morning (in spite of feeling quite inspired yesterday), the dishes, which often feel like a cozy how-much-do-I-love-this-life situation (no sarcasm, for real), and the making the breakfast, the cleaning up, the pretending the sleepy kitty and more cereal just felt…dreary.
Trapped.
Bleak.
But just observing this, the bodily sensations of it, without judgement or escape, the feeling dissipated rather quickly.
And off I went, back into the joyous flow.
And so this is my work from 2023 (and probably my entire life): observe. Choose the observer rather than the illusion. The knowing, rather than the knot. It is from this place that True Consciousness lives through us in the most joyous, celebratory way. It is from this place that patterns are observed but not engaged and eventually cease to pull. Off the wheel. As it is, it most often feels as if I’ve stepped off the wheel but then oops! A leg is stuck. A toenail. Every appendage.
And so it goes.
Everything is here for our realization that everything is everything is everything is divine love and that we are not only worthy of this, but nothing but it.
In celebration, I wish all of us these realizations aplenty until they are not only contiguous but the constant water in which we swim,
and
a
Hippo New Year!
ThAnK~Y0U ; )
I APPreCiaTe Y0ur H0neST & C0UrAGe0US ShArinGsSs ChriSTY!
PerHAPs Y0U'LL ALs0 EnJ0Y THiS (As i DiD : )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZcfPGKwt-I
CheeRsSs!!!
~wiLL0w~