Your Hot Mess Awakening
Waking up to your own Self is not always peaches and cream, but rather it can be a hot mess. It's messy, ugly, painful. And it's yours. No right. No wrong. It's yours.
Go beyond the lines. That's where your Awakening is.
Why Donβt You Do What You Dream? ~ The Neverending Story
Do you ever think that what you have to contribute simply cannot be that important? In The Shack, it is established that if anything matters, everything matters. So, what if you simply had to declare “it” – to name “it” – for the whole Universe to shift?
Continuing last weeks look at the 1984 movie, The Neverending Story, I’d like to look at Bastion, the earthling child reading the story. He was a delight to watch; his youth and innocence shined. At first, when he screamed – and it echoed into the story – he was confused and shrugged it off. This happened throughout the story; I would imagine it impacted him just a bit deeper each time. “It’s just a story” “It’s not real” were things he would say – out loud to no one but himself, as he was holed away in a cluttered attic hiding from school.
At the end, when Fantasia is breaking apart and Bastion holds the power to stop it, the nudge...
Entertaining Angels
Recently as I was driving from one appointment to another, I started dreaming about sitting down in front of a beautiful tomato accompanied with bufala mozzarella. This is hardly a seasonal desire. Tomatoes are disappointing and bufala, as far as I understand, is out of season.
Almost very last minute I heard to go to Trader Joe’s. It’s on the way. I did not have time to hesitate, so I took the next exit and did as was suggested.
I was not disappointed, as they had imported bufala from Italy waiting just for me.
That is why I thought I was at Trader Joe’s.
And the Universe had another reason. A gem, waiting for me in the parking lot.
As I made my way to my car, I noticed an older woman looking at me. I was focused on the task at hand, as I had an appointment to get to…I got in the car and she was now literally following me, attempting to engage me. She was asking for a ride. She lived just down the street, would I do her a favor and bring her home?
The...