Losing the Blog Post I Wrote
I just invested several hours in writing a blog post on being a woman in my lifetime — some observations I have made from inside the gender pool. And, toward the end of completing it; my computer ate it. In other words, it got lost, it vanished. After trying AI’s wisdom to reclaim it, I couldn’t. So, I let it go.
There are times in my life when I fight long and hard to recover or restore something and other times I feel as though it is best to let something go and turn my attention to something fresh. This is what I’m doing today. I’m talking right now about a blog post but this is universally true in life. When a friendship is complete; let it go. When work dries up—fight like Hell to keep it, or get quiet and listen. It is mostly a call for something new and different — it could include a move, a new business partner, a new product or service, or a new modality of delivery. Losing your healthy edge? To find its cause and solution look first to stress and the way you see your world, second to food and what you put into your mouth, and of course support from a trained physician of your choosing. And, don’t forget prayer. It works. Our lives are talking to us all of the time and the spiritual maturity of regular spiritual practice allows us to catch information and guidance from within and around us.
Tomorrow I leave for summer camp. I am going to a Science of Mind summer camp where I will be surrounded by many beloved friends and I will make new and more ones. It is like a community Christmas where the gifts are each other. Camp promises to have classes, crafts, campfires with s’mores, secret pals, time outside and a lot of spiritual practice. This year’s classes are loosely based upon Tama Kieve’s new book Learning to Trust Yourself. I am a few pages away from completing it and I kick myself for not writing the book myself. It takes a life going from looking for outside validation to learning to trust one’s own inner guidance; including letting go of a lost blog post (smile).
Below are a few sentences that are fun to contemplate:
Freedom doesn’t come from pushing ourselves to be someone we’re not mean to be.
Self-judgment is a poison.
I am not this Wednesday. I am not this marriage or financial hiccup on a Citibank statement. I am love, electric, and whole, and I can rise in any circumstance. I can uncover a strength that knows my way. There is a destiny emerging through me.
I send you oodles and oodles of everything Go(o)d in life. I trust you are in touch with your Guidance and you are following it.
I sign off today with massive Love in my Heart,
