riding across the prairie .. gazing out the car window .. a luminous little soap bubble the sun sparkle drifts towards the ground thru skies still blue

nucleus my friend u do it to me again

drop to my knees thankful o god for the best blessing a mother could get .. the way the three love each other .. their relationship

the girls like radiant flowers adoring their big brother who has a heart of gold and everyone loves him because he is so funny

just like when they were children .. that organism of three

thank u for the blessing

hadn't done left handed writing in so long and gail reminded me so i did it before going to bed last nite .. beginning by asking for help to write my five goals to take to my next session with judy .. because she had asked me if there is anything i'd like to work on

and as sam would say the words tumbled out of my mouth

judy was right on it .. and started clearing the energy surrounding it .. afterwards saying there is fear and it is old .. adding and i mean really really old

and suggested hypnotherapy for the next few sessions  .. and to set five goals just as indicators or markers that we are doing what we set out to do

so i sat on the floor by my bed and they came out from inside and onto paper in an almost unreadable chicken scrawl of the left hand

and this morning i awoke recalling the most wonderful dream . . .

i'll just have to find another one and hand it to u myself

patrick says "every situation" used as a method for waking up .. for opening your mind to the world .. opening to people in your life

and yesterday had listened to ken with tami .. and she had said to listen deeply

both of the above heard before in myriads of ways .. but each time sinking in to the ole kosmic grooves a little more

this is the third time i recall cindy saying those words .. maybe i need to listen to what those words are saying ..

oh yikes it's true it's the baby that's the hardest to let grow up sometimes 

gawd u do a million things wrong but u just keep moving along

the green of the leaves on the tree out the window .. glowing in the setting sun .. tingling wiggling .. so radiant i can barely breathe

then i go into the washroom and sink into the strawberry bubble bath  .. mmmmmmm .. what a gift the soothing warm fragrant water

and resting back .. the gorgeous picture appears in my mind .. with me still the glittering tree as part of me

amazed .. at how joy stays the same .. feet sunk in the sand .. facing the lake .. how the sun sprinkles diamonds upon the waves .. at how the soul expands to first embrace .. and then to fill the sea sky scape

amazed .. at how joy stays the same .. another day .. another lake .. this water looks like deep blue ink .. and even tho' its a different place .. the joy's the same

and there it is when i awake .. it's in the glass that shows my face .. it doesn't even have a name .. it's in this chair that man has made .. itself the grace of this new day

last nite came home from the most wonderful integral salon party .. to read that my states are wasted on my low structure

in causal is our only time of no time .. our only space of no space

our only break from the manifest world of form

that's why deep dreamless sleep

is such . . r e s t . . .