This year I’m determined to do this.
I’ve got the jars. I’ve got the paper. And once a week is totally doable (as opposed to aiming for every day).
I’m looking forward to reading the notes next New Year’s Eve!
(not necessarily in that order)
This year I’m determined to do this.
I’ve got the jars. I’ve got the paper. And once a week is totally doable (as opposed to aiming for every day).
I’m looking forward to reading the notes next New Year’s Eve!
I found my guru in 1998 and my life was transformed.
So on this — his 130th birthday — I once again give him my loving devotion and deep gratitude.
Sometimes Facebook will notify me about a “friend’s” birthday, and I realize I can’t even remember the person or how I know them.
So then I’ll go to their profile in order to decide whether it’s time to “unfriend” them.
Unfortunately, today was one of those times when I couldn’t really remember the person, but I did recognize someone on their friends list who I hadn’t seen in years and was curious about what they were up to.
Then, of course, I ran across someone on that person’s friends list…and so on and so forth, until I was completely sucked into the black hole that is Facebook. 🤦♀️
Which is why this is all I have time to write about in today’s blog post!
I’m officially back to work, after months on disability.
For me, performing on Sunday service is part of my healing process, but the week-to-week, managerial duties have been in abeyance since before the transplant.
But today I had two meetings, then went through and organized a pile of notes. Not bad for my first day.
It definitely feels good to be back.
It was a beautiful sunrise this morning (the photo really doesn’t do justice to the colors of the sky).
We ran errands in town in the afternoon, driving back in the rain and reaching home just as it transitioned into snow.
Dusk came early, with the snow sticking pretty good after only about thirty minutes.
It’s beautiful weather, really.
It’s taken me until today to finally feel the reality of starting a new year.
2022 was definitely another doozy of a year and we’re quite content to release it, with deep gratitude for its blessings, lessons, and tremendous spiritual growth.
Now it’s time to look ahead to 2023, which I pray will be filled with boundless love, infinite joy, vibrant health, and abundant prosperity for us all!
This afternoon I replenished my stock of microbiome mash. In the seven weeks since I made my first batch I had forgotten just how labor intensive the process is!
This time I used Brussels sprouts, yellow squash, zucchini, green beans, carrots, radishes, a golden beet, radicchio, little Japanese turnips, bok choy, kale, dandelion greens, and green onion.
Then we balanced out that healthy endeavor with a fondue dinner (followed by panettone and sparkling pumpkin cider) with dear friend Prashad as our special guest.
Ah, duality!
…that I have nothing to say or report or observe.
It’s Friday, it’s raining, I’ve worked all afternoon, and I’m done. 😄
Yep, I’m going back to regular office hours starting next week and I can already feel the increase in energy and focus.
The music ministry has been in a bit of a holding pattern for a while now — completely understandable, of course! But we’re eager to rebuild the momentum and get back to tackling important projects.
This small but powerful card is one of my favorite Christmas gifts this year.
It was tucked inside a Christmas greeting card. When it fell out into my hands I did a double-take and then tears filled my eyes.
It’s a phrase that is particularly meaningful for those who follow my particular spiritual path. And the reason I found it to be so moving is that I’ve been rebuilding my meditation practice this winter after a frustratingly long dry spell.
It’s almost as if Divine Mother sent me this beautiful little card as her way of reassuring me and encouraging my efforts.