the dream life

hello, lucy

for the August Break

new moon

There is a moment within the equation of intention + asking + trust + joy, when you feel the corner of arrival. You taste it on the edge of your lips. The world that you have dreamed, that you have carried wrapped in silk over your breast, that you have danced against your hips, this dream is moving into the material.

A graceful rich caravan, it shimmers on the horizon. Its incense swirls at your ankles and the fragrance, heady and layered, rises across your face.

Anticipation and gratitude flutter in your blood, dance through the rooms of your heart.

You can hear the thump, thump, thump - the rhythm of universal love - you can feel it rising.

There is a moment as sweet as moonlit honey. It tingles just below the skin.

It's coming.

If you reach gently out into the night, you can graze it softly with your fingertips.

Savor it.

It's here.

for the August Break

another

  for the August Break

small miracles

I love a day like this. 

I sent off an e-mail reading this morning (they're my favorite kind to do), scheduled another, booked a new Reiki client and went on a walk. I met a friend for lunch then did some grocery shopping. I made fruited iced tea and a big salad for  dinner. 

I have ideas; I have plans; I'm thinking print-outs and binders.

The imagined future seems possible in a shining fabulous way.

I'm wearing purple and this always helps.

I straightened up the house and burned the sweet bay oil that makes the kitchen smell like some corner of heaven.

There are poems dancing right behind my eyes in this lovely, lovely world.

Miracles. Miracles.

Oh! And you! I've been blown away by the love and grace and sweetness of the comments you've left here. I don't tell you enough, but I'm telling you now. Thank you, I love you.

for the August Break

friends

Neighbors moved out of the fourplex on the corner and a few days later this note, I will always miss you, appeared on the sidewalk in front of their apartment. Their cat Newman used to spend a lot of time on our porch. I suspect it was my dog who wrote the note.

for the August Break

heat

I started off this day with coffee in bed, then moved on to the internet. It's become one of my big pleasures to pull cards for people on facebook. This has everything to do with universal timing and just being there. It's too hot to go outside. I managed to do a whole lot of nothing before finally getting to work around 3:30 in the afternoon but even then, I didn't do much work. There are things I want to do when the weather cools down. Right now, I'll just take lots of ice and celebrate the news out of California.

for the August Break

blissed out

Energy and body alignment. 

Gates: Open.

for the August Break

good morning

I'm here watching ideas come in, clipping them lightly to the clothesline, moving them around.

My work is shifting ever so slightly, profoundly, and this is good.

I'm listening to the soul guidance, the deep stuff. I'm trusting it even when it bumps up against the ego stuff that drags its chain around and rattles in the attic. 

I'd love to know, what can I do for you today?

for the August Break

we are waking up

cleaning house,

and finding clarity.

for the August Break

picture this

I'm going to be joining in here during the month of August. It doesn't necessarily mean I won't be writing (because you know me) but I love the idea of letting images speak everyday and even letting some days this month be wordless.

Wanna play?