Baseball season.......

Well, I'm not going to wax all philosophical and woo woo today. I've had a rather rude awakening to the fact that my sons' baseball season has started. As evidenced by Bay's total lack of preparation this morning in spite of the fact that I've mentioned it several times over the past week, I realize that until mid-July (longer, if we're on oober good teams) I have to turn up the mommy power and keep everyone in tip top, super organized mode.  This is not exactly what I had in mind for my journey to make my OWN life more phenomenal.

And yet I think there is a paradox here, because it's really easy to be spiritual if you're sitting on top of an inaccessible mountain in the Andes or Himalayas and never ever have to deal with anyone else's shit.  Being a Deva is ultimately about serving, about bringing about the highest good for the greatest number of people.  I think the path set before me now is to remember that a Deva best serves by taking care of herself first. How many baseball and soccer seasons have I completely given up all my own interests to the stress of keeping every one else moving forward - meanwhile getting mired deeper and deeper in a swamp of self-pity and resentment?

So, my Deva goal over the next week or two, between tryouts and the actual practice season, is to make a beautiful concrete picture of what it is I want my life to look like.  I'm taking the concept of a vision board to the next level and making a whole scrapbook of things I want to be, do, have, places I want to go, people I want to meet - all those things that if I met a stranger in a social setting and said "This is who I am, and this is what I do," they would be oober excited to meet such an interesting person.  That's a big creative project that will take a while to finish so in the mean time I'm hauling out my day planner and writing down in Red ink some Deva things that are just for me, some fun family stuff, and even the boring stuff like scrubbing the red mildew out of the bottom of the shower so that it actually gets done and feels like an accomplishment.

I understand flexibility is an attribute every Deva has to have in excessive amounts, but if MY stuff is written down first, then everyone else's stuff will have to just work in around it.  So, I'm thinking of things like jaunts into the city for art exhibits, checking out local museums, figuring out where the best places to go hiking are, when the local wineries open their tasting rooms for the season, and who the best massage therapist in town is.  And yes, bigger things like trips to the coast or the mountains, every day sort of things like my own art projects and garden planting, and figuring out a raw food menu that my family will actually eat.

Taking on such a big, planned out, organized PROJECT feels good when it's by me, for me and about me.  Cheryl Richardson talks so much about extreme self-care and how it appears to make a person incredibly selfish. But, its amazing, she goes on to explain, how the right kind of selfishness eventually leads to self-lessness - and that is what being a Deva is all about.

Have the Reddest Day Ever,

In Grace,

Kell