A Soul-full Journey Day 10 & 11

Day 10
Morning Meditation
"Opening Myself"
 6:00
TRX -full body
during the work out
I was mindful of my body and how I held it
I still hold myself somewhat guarded
I could move even deeper
open up even more
not to be afraid
to move past ego that befriends fear
and open wide to Spirit
who is friend and healer

"I need to love my body better"
*
 No matter how old my boys get
they are still the yummiest in the morning 
I enjoy these moments
when I come home
and get to wake this little man up....

these are moments I treasure

and surrender to never being too busy to be in

My  beautiful journey-sister Marie

commented on my last post 

saying I blew her image of me

when I mentioned my intention

of letting my perfectionist attitude towards myself go...

I responded

that I was glad

 There is no one greater than another

we are all in equal ground

this is the way of the Spiritual Realm

Hierarchy does not exist there

this is something from the place of humans

I am equally as broken

and equally as beautiful

as each of you

let there be no doubt sisters

I am a flawed human being

I just happen to be one who

shows up

not so pretty all the time

but shows up anyways. : )

 *

9:00

Hot Flow Yoga

here I go even deeper

here I am in full realization

of those who travel with me

I see them clearly

smell them

touch them

And they give me all I need

On one side sits

Elder Wolf

(the male from my journey) 

on the other sits

Panther

behind me lumbers

Bear

and on my head sits

Eagle

I almost laugh out loud

in this realization

Wolf has been challenging me to go further into 

spiritual solitude

removing myself from distractions around me

and by doing so I become more aware of

my own space around me

the energy that I am carrying

and the spiritual that is everywhere

this nurtures my power source

and strengthens my Grace

cheers my lovelies heres to yummy healthy goodness

my workspace today

sending off notes of gratitude

to lovelies like you

Dinner with some life long friends/old workmates

a life time ago

we worked together in a hairsalon

it was when I first started out...

I was 18

I am no longer 18

Day 11

5:30

early morning run

prayers of gratitude and forgiveness lifted up

a morning of unfolding

morning ritual with my little man

9:00

Chakra Yoga

opening up our solar plexus

digestion

assimulation experience

positive use of personal power

manifest goals

Antje took us to a time when our solar plexus was too strong

and we over powered someone

 She then took us to a time when our solar plexus was too closed and we became over powered

following those two events
 she took us to a place of forgiveness and knowing

 *we were doing the best we could

with the knowledge we had*

we have all lost our way at times
and may again
if so
sit
be still
and wait for your heart to guide you...
*
live journeying with Pixie
and the sisters at SouLodge

today I was reading this:

a beautiful gift from a dear far-away friend

from one Cat to another

Gift from the Sea
This is not the life of simplicity but the life of multiplicity that the wise men warn us of. It leads not to unification but to fragmentation. It does not bring grace; it destroys the soul. And this is not only true of my life, I am forced to conclude; it is the life of millions of women in America. I stress America, because today, the American woman more than any other has the privilege of choosing such a life. woman in large parts of the civilized world has been forced back by war, poverty, by collapse, by the sheer struggle to survive, into a smaller circle of immediate time and space, immediate family life, immediate problems of existence. The American woman is still relatively free to shoose the wider life. How long she will hold this enviable and precarious position no one knows. But her particular situation has a significance far above tis apparent economic, national or even sex limitations. For the problem of the multiplicity of life not only confront the American woman, but also the American man. And it is not merely the concern of the American as such, but of our whole modern civilization, since life in America today is held up as the ideal of a large part of the rest of the world. And finally, it is not limited to our present civilization, though we are face with it ow in an exaggerated form. It has always been one of the pitfalls of mankind.......For to be a woman is to have interests and duties, raying our in all directions form the central mother-core, like spokes from the hub of a wheel. The pattern of our lives is essentially circular. We must be open to all points of the compass;husband, children, friends, home, community; stretched out, exposed, sensitive like a spider's web to each breeze that blows, to each call that comes. How difficult for us, then, to achieve a balance in the midst of these contradictory tensions, and yet how necessary for the proper functioning of our lives. How much we need, and how arduous of attainment is that steadiness preached in all rules for holy living. How desirable and how distant is the ideal of the contemplative, artist or saint--the inner inviolable core, the single eye. With new awareness, both painful and humorous, I begin to understand why the saints were rarely married women. I am convinced it has nothing inherently to do, as I one supposed, with chastity or children. It has to do primarily with distractions. The bearing, rearing, feeding and education of children; the running of a house with its thousand details; human relationships with their myriad pulls--woman's normal occupations in general run counter to creative life, or contemplative life, or saintly life. the problems is not merely one of Woman and Career, Woman and the Home, Woman and Independence. it is more basically:how to remain whole in the midst of the distractions of life; how to remain balanced, no matter what centrifugal forces tend to pull one off center; how to remain strong, no matter what shocks come in at the periphery and tend to crack the hub of the wheel. What is the answer? There is not easy answer, con complete answer. I have only clues, shells form the sea. the bare beauty of the channelled whelk tells me that one answer, and perhaps a first step, is in simplification of life, in cattuing our some of the distractions. But how? Total retirment is not possible. I cannot shed my responsibilities. I cannot permanently inhabit a desert island. I cannot be a nun in the midst of family life. I would not want to be. the solution for me, surely, is neither in total renunciation of the world, nor in toatol acceptance of it. I must find a balance somewhere, or a alternating rhythm between these two extremes; a swinging of th ependulum between solitude and communion, between retreats and return. In my periods of retreat, perhpas I can learn somthing to carry bakc to my worldly life. I can a least practice for here two weeks the simplification of out ward life as a beginning. I can follow this superficial clue, and wee where it leads. Here, in beach living, I can try. 
 ~Anne Morrow Lindbergh

This spoke volumes to me
I recognize the rythme she speaks of.
What she writes
 encompasses why I do what I do
why I have chosen the life I have
I have been asked what my career is now
what my job is...
I neither have a job
or a career
What I do 
is a 
Life-Style

thank for stopping by my lovelies
you are a gift

Love and Light