It’s day 31 of this 75 day spiritual commitment. One month has passed already, days falling away like autumn leaves off poplar, oak and maple trees.
I am sitting here at the computer this morning aware of a silent background of Presence. It’s alive, palpable. It’s what we are.
Thank you for those who read and commented on the blog post yesterday. Something feels a bit vulnerable to have shared it here. But it felt like this story is the base, the foundation, of everything that ever appears on Lake Superior Spirit. A closed door opened. And once a door opens it’s impossible to see the world in exactly the same way, isn’t it?
Yesterday involved lots of outward-facing activities again. Back to town, girlfriend! I’m still in the midst of annual physical tests–and we women know what that means. A mammogram, of course.
I love the x-ray tech so much. She graduated from high school with my daughter. Her mama worked at the local co-op with me back in the day. She radiates (*smile*) such loving maternal energy. I would entrust my ta-tas to her any day. We chatted up a storm as the machine whirred.
We really needed a few more groceries and Barry and I have been enjoying fruit lately. I stopped on the way home for apples, bananas and $60 worth of supplies. Hopefully we’ve enough to last a week or more now.
Can you feel the Presence behind these words? In between the sentences, the paragraphs? Can you feel your beating heart, your soft belly, those five-toed feet? Or are you lost in the words (like I often am) feeling the tug of story, the need to schedule your mammogram? Or is it both–the Presence and physical world–dancing together without stepping on each other’s feet?
The Universe apparently wanted me to listen to Mooji this morning. He’s a spiritual teacher from Jamaica-way, ya, mon. My personal self has mixed feelings about him, but every once in awhile I pause to drink in Presence with him. Would you like to pause as well?