Smidge might not be easily accepted as a mathematical term,
but for me, it works perfectly.
I have imported my ‘old’ blog to this new one. I am firmly ensconced
in my roots, back in the fold, with my given name. Finally. It’s been a
journey- almost 61 times around this brilliant sun of ours, but I do remember
that age only burns brighter. Some of
those old blogs might have episodes that have no need to be here. Bear with me
for a few until we catch up.
Ok… enough about me.
Sadie had a very exciting week at doggie camp. All reports
tell of late nights, plenty of puptacular conversations, lots of treats, and of
being one with her pack. Perhaps still
wondering where Mom was. I tried to explain I’d be gone for a while. She’s a
strong puppy, so there were no complaints. In her normal easy going way, she
went with the flow.
I missed her, and wished she could have been with me, but I
was on another adventure that did not lend itself well to us being together.
It was a magical, mystical time with about 1000 like-minded
souls traveling a journey together figuring out our place in the Universe. My pack. So much beautiful energy. This was a week-long
event, chock filled with early morning meditations, great conversations,
incredible teachings, amazing healings, fantastic research, and so much more.
This
is kind of a tip of the iceberg description, but everything happening below
that surface was thunderous. I wrestled
many aspects of self to the ground and said farewell with no regrets. Good riddance.
Even within the quite long list of self-limitations, I also
connected with my brilliance.
My path in life has carved out a little differently than I thought
it would. But each etch in the landscape is perfect, creating this living,
breathing masterpiece of life that could not be better. And you know what? It
is the same for you.
So much gratitude to my sweet pup, who allows Mom to travel
about as she needs. Much gratitude to you… for contributing your most powerful
threads to this grand tapestry of my life.
We are so much more than we know.
Except for Sadie. I think she gets it. She’s centered, resting on her pillow,
grateful to be home, knowing that everything unfolds in perfect timing.
Until next time my friends, live your best story.
S & S
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