Dear friends, visitors, new followers, random clickers:

Thank you to those who read, ‘liked,’ and/or  commented on my “ice-breaking” (for me) post about telling stories and having good ones to tell but not yet knowing how, when, or exactly what to convey. Being thankful for photos and travel, having a funny brain, etc.

Editing and creating can be brow-sweating work, even if just thinking about it! Luckily, I’ve been at it for awhile (in life) and don’t over-expect too much from myself! Hopefully, you expect “just enough” from me, and so we can all be happy together! At the moment, I’m going with the flow, apparently if I don’t post for about 10 days or so I go all verklempt (plus I can only be at-most a very, very partly, part-time blogger due to my current commitments, and I really need to do this regularish blogging for me, or else:

What really probably made me all emotional was the Meteor shower that we caught some action on. It was either August 5or6 that we watched it at Starfest–the absolutely most coolest show on Earth. Every time is different. I said enough. As far as Perseid’s go… it wasn’t even the peak period. So, if you haven’t already tuned in: Get out there! For anyone who cannot get outside or who doesn’t want to, but somehow can manage to view it from a digital gadget, check out this live-stream.

There’s a new play out called Meteor Shower. We hope to see it next month for our date. It debuted on my birthday: August 7th. Steve Martin wrote it, and Jenna Fischer, from The Office is acting in it.

Too funny!

I still plan on posting the old college story that is unrelated to anything. So, if you are interested: Stay Tuned.  Next week I will be away on Silent Retreat with Gangaji, so I have to get it all out now…Then, I have to really “get it out there” because my business is growing, I’m trying to get my book out, and I’m enrolled in 8 classes for next term, so I’m a busy gal! Looking forward to a slightly less busy mind; and at the moment, enjoying it all anyways, so whatevs. I’ll survive. Only the “real me” can survive! Well, I will promise to keep my meditation practice as best I can.

Sometimes it’s just someone else’s song that speaks your heart.

Someone has already said it all, right here.

You were made to be exactly who you are. That means, there’s a recipe that built you, that only you know, that only your cells know. That means, you don’t need a claim to a lineage, or a story, or a legacy. You can be born right now, in the moment of who you are.

You don’t have to follow what looks like “the rules for success.”  You already are a success.

Build on that.

There doesn’t need to be a history to ‘you.’ You didn’t grow up in a vacuum, but there is a part of you that the outside world cannot see (siblings, even best friends), that you are constantly bringing into manifestation. It’s time to claim that. Be who you have never been before, in every moment. That is self-discovery. That is “making it.”

We can always look to the greats for inspiration, but when it comes down to it, the inspiration to get up in the morning – it comes from our love. It comes from the most intimate place where there is no media coverage (and where other people really aren’t terribly interested or intrigued; it’s boring to them). The Great Work is an inside job! That job is hidden, inside, internal, and moment to moment. Drop the media, drop the lens, drop the notion that you can really see what’s going on “out there.”

May today be your birthday! The one you claim. The day that you decide you want to live for what you want to learn about yourself, about loving, about your potential, and about filling your world with the single-minded focus of your greatest birth.  Happy Solstice!  Go beyond where you’ve been, even if it’s quieter, more focused, and completely driven. Go to where no one else is interested. That’s the scope that only you can hold! Society needs your individuality and your love.

Every time we open our arms
and embrace another who is in need.

Every time we seek out a person
in need, or respond to the call of those
who show up.

Every time we click “like” or
leave a comment on a blog.

Each time that we support and encourage another
is the opportunity to pass on the encouragement
that we have received. Or, the encouragement that
we have never received just as we would have *liked* it.

“I am so 100% loved, cared for; seen.

People derive value from my presence.

I have purchased their works.

The comment I made just led to the butterfly effect
of his or her perfect realization. It was the tipping point
that brought them to the place where they
succeeded in something they have been earnestly working for a very long
time.

My blog post, got someone thinking…
or triggered some healing in a deep way that
reverberates onward.”

While On the bus:

Every time we open our eyes, smile and
make eye contact. Connect.

Every time we give the gift of ourselves, our
time, our thoughts. Our presence.

These are moments where we take a risk
that something or nothing may become of it, and the
best part is, I hope both happen at once.
I want nothing and
everything to come of it. I want it to be simple, but it never
is.

I want to remain free, giving from the space
of openness in my heart that does not respond to
obligation but derives deep pleasure from
delivering a message,

for being a cog in the wheel,

for being just an ordinary being involved in an ordinary
process that neither myself nor my words put on their
special dress for.

*photo from wikimedia commons. I find this image inspires me.