Feeling the strain and the pressure of multiple responsibilities. Make me a diamond, pressure.
Just now, as I was awake at 1.30am-ish, I began to break down - the tears flowing out of the cracks in my tightly bound shell. Too focused on "How." I forget. Do not focus on how. Focus on the intention, big, bright and clear. Nothing can penetrate the laser focus trajectory of a well defined intention.
Desert winds blow strong outside. I hold the baby in my arms. The Podfather is away from us tonight. So tired, so much data whirling in my mind, the hierarchy of my priorities holding fast even through the maelstrom of competing desires and demands from the outside world.
The reset begins, the litany - wherein I rock and sway, the prayers of thanks and humble acknowledgement of the generous, compassionate and abundant blessings bestowed upon my life.
Thank you for my son and his perfect health. Thank you for my mate and his love. Thank you for my beautiful family and their support. Thank you for the love, support, guidance and protection of my loyal friends. Thank you for my purpose and the opportunities to fulfill it. Thank you for the experiences that have helped me to build the strength I need to approach my life with courage and resolve.
I let the gratitude and the abundance flow through me until I feel cleared of shadow, until my consciousness is filled with the feelings of blessings, fortune, grace.
Focus my intentions. Align my values and my priorities with planned action. Set determination. Breathe in strength. Exhale tension.
The earthquake came and went, during this ritual.
Words to calm. Words to create worlds. Words to soothe. Words to build bridges. Words to set boundaries. Words to express love. Words to summon. Words to invoke. Words to broadcast and bind intention. Words to cut through conspiracy. The power of words, the power of the tongue. Words to say thank you. Words to mark and manifest from the quanta. Words to order chaos. Words to prompt and expose.
I sequence my words to reflect the sequence of events I desire.
I remember who and what I am, and give thanks for all my Selves.
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to honor all of those selves, whether fully incorporated or not, in the middle of night/morning, wow. thank you for sharing this moment.
Posted by: Barbara | October 16, 2007 at 10:06 AM