Happy Thanksgiving! (Hope the turkey was tender...)
Happy Kwanzaa! (From umoja to imani...)
and a Blessed Christmas to you! (I hope your heart was/continues2b filled with great joy...)
What a year this has been!
From birthdaying in Brussels with Corinne Bailey Rae & dear east coast friends getting married [2/07], to fabulous college reunion [10/07] and dear west coast friends having twins [11/07] ...plus all that good stuff in the middle, like expanding soul & heart with my holy ghost crew and expanding my gift line over at blessedstarcards.com .
And then there were the doctors & doubt & exhaustion...o my!
I'm looking forward to a new and lovely 2008:
Less gunk, less junk.
More gems, more gratitude, more grace...
New visions coming to pass...
More strength, better health...
Working way smarter & not harder...
Being less money silly & more money wise...
&
Far more peace, freedom & joy on the journey...
Of course, everything I pray for me I pray for you.
Whomever you & I vote for, I pray they do well by us. We deserve it. And I pray that our country can get its moral center [which seems to have been replaced with some format of gooey nougat] back.
Let's continue to pray for Israel, Jerusalem, Palestine...Darfur...the Katrina Survivors...and all of our men & women on the battle field.
In fact, let's just keep fervent in prayer until we see the healing, compassion and redirection this world needs.
And, while we're at it, let's stay in pursuit of discovering the part we have to play to bring this to pass.
all things green & great in 2008
to you & yours!!
Blessings,
DivaCardista
blessedstarcards.com
Showing posts with label journey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journey. Show all posts
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Lost in the Sauce
We are emerging, gently emerging, from too much "yes!" and o so little "no".
Too much "I'd love to/of course i'll join your group/.org/ministry/guild/board/initiative" which always blossoms into two subcommittees and three tacitly understood volunteer "opportunities"...each. (Add to that the nasty grind of *!%*&^# Medicaid for Mama ...ouch.)
Yes, honey. Had to turn off the TV and have us a good few plenary sessions with our own Divaself and prayerfully rediscover why we were clocking 12 and 14hour days with nary a poem nor a rewrite, neither sketch nor scribble to show for it!
"I'd love to..." What kind of love is this? that doesn't include you!
In short: re-discovering & then minding the business of my life just came off the back burner, baby.
As La Bassey tells me daily and even now as we speak, "we've got a lot of living to do!" which is hard to accomplish if you are always hunkered down in this war room or t'other thrashing out best practices and language and politics and ...well ...essentially ... crap that has little or nothing to do with why you were sent to this Glorious Orb in the first place.
Saying clear, firm yet loving "no, i won't go with you to the second crime scene" enough times has begun to save my mind, rescue my creativity and wrest my divine energy from the hands of those who, with my good will, ample help, generosity and permission, are & have been getting their goals accomplished beautifully...while mine founder.
Now your DivaCardista is not regretful of anything we've done, nor are we blaming or anti-anyone with whom we've journeyed toward their goals. Not at all. (Matter of fact, when we get our wind back, probably be ready f'more ...but not until. And, certainly, not as much or as often...)
Because, after all, it's not been all bad, we've learned a lot, o my how we've grown ...blah blah blah...
Just ready to get it started over here, is all I'm sayin', where I stay, where I revel and domineer, once again re-balanced and back on track and before this beautiful, dangerously steamy, longed for summer becomes memory.
Not even saying you haven't heard this before, but because it can happen so stealthily and, over time, repeatedly, this giving and renting out pieces of you and your passionate, delicate self, I write today.
And if this helps you even a bit, holla atcha grrl DivaC.
Blessings,
DivaCardista
www.blessedstarcards.com
Too much "I'd love to/of course i'll join your group/.org/ministry/guild/board/initiative" which always blossoms into two subcommittees and three tacitly understood volunteer "opportunities"...each. (Add to that the nasty grind of *!%*&^# Medicaid for Mama ...ouch.)
Yes, honey. Had to turn off the TV and have us a good few plenary sessions with our own Divaself and prayerfully rediscover why we were clocking 12 and 14hour days with nary a poem nor a rewrite, neither sketch nor scribble to show for it!
"I'd love to..." What kind of love is this? that doesn't include you!
In short: re-discovering & then minding the business of my life just came off the back burner, baby.
As La Bassey tells me daily and even now as we speak, "we've got a lot of living to do!" which is hard to accomplish if you are always hunkered down in this war room or t'other thrashing out best practices and language and politics and ...well ...essentially ... crap that has little or nothing to do with why you were sent to this Glorious Orb in the first place.
Saying clear, firm yet loving "no, i won't go with you to the second crime scene" enough times has begun to save my mind, rescue my creativity and wrest my divine energy from the hands of those who, with my good will, ample help, generosity and permission, are & have been getting their goals accomplished beautifully...while mine founder.
Now your DivaCardista is not regretful of anything we've done, nor are we blaming or anti-anyone with whom we've journeyed toward their goals. Not at all. (Matter of fact, when we get our wind back, probably be ready f'more ...but not until. And, certainly, not as much or as often...)
Because, after all, it's not been all bad, we've learned a lot, o my how we've grown ...blah blah blah...
Just ready to get it started over here, is all I'm sayin', where I stay, where I revel and domineer, once again re-balanced and back on track and before this beautiful, dangerously steamy, longed for summer becomes memory.
Not even saying you haven't heard this before, but because it can happen so stealthily and, over time, repeatedly, this giving and renting out pieces of you and your passionate, delicate self, I write today.
And if this helps you even a bit, holla atcha grrl DivaC.
Blessings,
DivaCardista
www.blessedstarcards.com
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