February is about over. What a relief. I posted Words for Billy on the Updates Page. I hope you listen.

Got some new glasses on Tuesday and felt like a drunken sailor when I wore them. So today I had them adjusted and now I am born again....seems one of the lenses was a tad off. It affected everything I did. Now I can see the words on the screen as I type.

I closed my Cafe Press Shop but will do another CD down the road.

I have also decided to do more intuitive writings for people. Here is one I recently did for someone:

This is your mission in life...
to voice your suffering transmuted
into the jewels of joy you have discovered
through your trials.

As you awaken to more suffering,
you awaken to deeper joy.
If you have ever asked "why me?"
it is because your mission is encoded
in every cell of your body.
As they learn to wake up and sing,
you strengthen love to an amazing degree.

Our missions are right in front of us
like balanced meals served on a beautiful
white china plate. Color life with your
service. Every now and then you will
break a dish and call it an accident.
But there are no accidents.
Only the Potter knows that.

The Potter knows that the most beautiful
designs come from letting in enough light
to highlight the darkness, for that is where
we are called to serve.

If you are interested in getting one, drop me a line.

So it's a rainy night in Georgia, literally. Made more palatable by some skillet lasagna, followed by a few blocks of a giant Hershey bar with almonds.

I went to my women's group today. There were some decadent brownies sliced into small pieces. They were leftover from the Saturday conference. I sat down beside a friend and popping a bite into my mouth, proclaimed "Sweets to the Sweet." And then explained to her that since I am alone, I can do that, yea, need to do that. Of course, I was half-silly and half-serious. But here is a quote that knocked my lonely socks off:

“There is a need to find and sing our own song, to stretch our limbs and shake them in a dance so wild that nothing can roost there, that stirs the yearning for solitary voyage.”

Barbara Lazear Ascher

Yes, I am lonely, and yes, I am quite all right. Something in me knows that we are all in a universe that is perfectly designed and, as my friend John Ramsey says, is "idiot-proof."

So I was at the grocery this morning and struck up a conversation with a woman who was beside me fondling lettuces. "Looks like you're eating healthy," I said, peering into her cart. It was running over with blueberries, strawberries, veggies and the like.

"Been watching a show on BBC," was her comment. "We should eat like the monkeys, basically."

I did my part by buying bananas. Do monkeys eat garlic?

Spiritual thought for the day:

Whenever you catch yourself suffering mechanically, vow to relieve the suffering of all sentient beings. The first part arises from monkey mind. The vow arises from wholeness. The difference is quite dramatic.

Swami and I are pooped out. There are boxes everywhere and neither one of us is in the mood to cook. Living with a guru is strangely exciting, though. He is apt to conjure up a fireside dinner of soy burgers, fries and coffee. Even though he gets physically tired, his spiritual energy is through the roof.

He thinks that the blog needs a new roof and wants to invite everyone over for cookies and hot chocolate. Of course, they will be delicious, but he may hand you a hammer and nails for dessert. I'm just sayin...

I have decided to change blog homes, simply because Wordpress proved too confusing. So here I am, living in the old brick ranch of blogspot! I hope some of you will come by, read and leave comments on the front door or stick them in the mailbox. I should say that the mailbox is on the front porch and sometimes Swami Z gets the mail in the afternoons. If that should happen, not to worry. He will see that I get it. And he, too, enjoys getting mail.

So don't be a stranger. You're strange enough already....

It'll take a while to unpack the cartons in the kitchen, but as soon as I do, we'll have tea and cookies with you-know-who. He is reading over my shoulder. Since he is shorter than I am, this is not an easy task for him.