Having my kids watch me.
It's been a wild time since the words, "I should start a retreat center" first came out of my mouth until today.
And yet, so much remains the same. The need to create, dream, connect, make magic happen. It is as essential to me as breathing.
I have tripped and fallen along the way. I have lost weight and then, well, of course, I have gained weight. (WHY, oh WHY do carbs have to be so damn tasty?!) I have been hurt. I have been healed.
A session with my therapist the other day was a reminder of just how far I have come in a relatively short period of time.
I am apparently not the kind of person who can "do it all" and "do it well" at the same time. I need to break my world up into little blocks of awesome.
It is too overwhelming for me to deal with relationships, life, work, dreams, and food all at once. So, my diet went to hell while my dreams grew bigger than I thought they could and lots of amazing things happened along the way.
When I think about Coffee/Wine For A Cause my hearts skips in delight. When I think about creating Vision Boards and all the good that has come with those who have made them, it skips again. When I think about creating Magical Wands with Jo Jayson I feel delighted. When I think about the readings I have done I truly get thrilled.
TGHR is the culmination of the hopes, dreams, fears, tears, love, and life experiences of everyone who has ever been a part of it. It is gaining momentum in new ways that I haven't even had a chance to plot out yet; I just know there are tremendous events on the horizon that I can't share just yet.
But you hold tight.
You will want to know about them and be a part of it. I promise.
Thank you. For allowing me this space to dream and write and pontificate and share. Thank YOU for sharing YOUR thoughts and dreams and wishes here as well.
I am a firm and true believer in the power of all of us - together we are creating a place where miracles happen and people feel hope knowing that we are creating a community of safety, love, healing, and of course, dreaming.
It is March 13. There should be flowers poking up through the earth. Mother Nature has other plans. ::: sigh :::
THIS version of this song is the warmth on yet another cold day.
On such a winter's day