First, some shortie announcements: I worked until midnight two nights in a row on my own website and my business facebook page.
I am not all that technically knowledgeable. Or so I thought.
Now I’m dancing the Accomplishment Dance, so much fun to LEARN!
Check them out and “like” them:
I also have a little ebook on thoughts I’ve heard repeatedly, or noticed within myself as a parent, that have been wildly helpful to question and consider.
Download it for free from the shop on my website. I’d love your feedback and comments.
My much more comprehensive book on food, eating and consuming is on the way, really, even though it’s not yet born. Not much longer now.
It’ll be so fun when it’s here. I hope it helps you, if you crave peace with food and eating.
It’s strange how creating something, having it work, bringing it to development, getting to a real end point….can be so thrilling.
It reminds me of the time when I was a child, excitedly imagining fairies in the flowers in our garden.
Believing in magic, spells, ghosts, celebration. Filled with joy, for no reason!
And then something happened….and I believed many thoughts about people, right and wrong, acceptance, rejection, loss, death, birth, hope, devastation, fear in the gut.
Creativity then tried to come forward. But it got very stilted, sort of lost.
And here now, today…..with the experience of doing The Work for awhile and all this questioning what I think of Reality, I’m remembering that Joy beyond any explanation.
Gratitude so big it feels like it will burst through my chest and fly into the heavens.
Not sure why it is coming today, with such sweetness. It’s an ordinary day, with nothing special in it.
And everything special in it. Stunning.
I wish for you to have this Joy as well, if you can’t remember it right now. It is in you, I know it. Because it was in me the whole time, too.
You can question your thinking and change your reality.
This Poem Belongs to You
By David Whyte
This poem
belongs to you
and is already finished,
and I put it away knowing it would come
into the world
in its own time. In fact
you have already read it,
and closing the pages
of the book, you are now
abandoning the projects
of the day and putting on
your shoes and coat
to take a walk. It has been long years
since you felt like this. You have remembered
what I remembered,
when I first began to write.
Love, Grace