I met a friend for a drink last night and we talked about NLP, she just finished a course in it, and, we talked about life and my recent experiences. The key word here is we talked, we had a conversation. And the best part is she is a ‘new friend’, not someone I have known for years and years. And yet we were able to decloack and have a ‘real conversation’ about the things that matter to us. It was glorious, and I felt energized at the end. And all it took was me being ME, my Self, one breath at a time, being fully present and allowing my Presence to be. And for her to do the same.

I was thinking of inviting the ladies that I have met in the last few months to view my blog and then I thought, why restrict it to only those women? Why not open it up to who ever wants to see, read, comment?  These are only my thoughts, my experiences, no one can take that from me, and only I can claim them. How others react have nothing to do with me, And may provide me with more insights to myself. I find myself writing a lot more with my eyes closed now, letting the words come from a place deep within, keeping the intellect out of it. Being present to mySelf. Paying attention to what is rumbling around inside of me.

I’m going to start another WOI group in January, one where members from the original are more than welcome to attend as well, give people two choices a week-end and an evening. Give mySelf more opportunities to evolve, to have more conversations about things I want to talk about.

Working with abundance, no, working from abundance.  There is more than enough, more than enough time, money, resources, people to do what needs to be done for me to evolve. To stop would mean death, death in the sense of going back to sleep. We make it so hard for ourselves, I can’t do this or that because… Because what? Because someone else says so? What’s wrong with that picture? What about what I say?, there are so many words rattling arount in my head, selfish pops out, yes, to put my Self first, nothing wrong with that.

I feel tired today, I always get tired a few days before and the first day of my period. What is that a metaphor for? And I have noticed the headaches I used to get are gone. Progress. And I’m early this month, that has not happened in a long time. I’m like clockwork, so, my body is changing, becoming unpredictable, that makes me smile. Can I be reliable and unpredictable? Yes! I’m getting used to the notion of holding what seems like two opposite ways of being within myself it’s not either /or it’s AND. All these words jumping out, words spoken from the other women, see I am paying attention. 🙂