Saturday, April 16, 2011

Practice practice practice....

Woke up this morning feeling Blah. I realize I've come to associate weekends not with that blissful sense of freedom and lack of responsibility but with just the opposite. I woke up with a list full of crap running through my head and no joy at the thought of getting to the bottom of it.

Mama Gena says Pleasure requires choosing fun over obligations and others' expectations - so it occurred to me what an incredible opportunity this is to practice what I so gleefully spout off to others. Once again, I found myself out of practice when it comes to looking for Pleasure everywhere. Why was I miserably content to wallow in the ickiness instead of finding one thing, anything, to change the downward spiral?

Saying, "Choose a different thought" is so much easier than doing it, isn't it? I actually felt this moment of indecision - like the choice to be happy and have a good day versus the choice to be grumpy and resentful was a hard one. I love that sometimes just noticing the train of one's thoughts helps steer it in a different direction.

I decided what I really needed was some endorphins so I got dressed and went to the gym. I felt so good when I got back that I took my dog for a long walk. I've been a slave to the muse of the paintbrushes and sanders ever since - the lovely thing is that paint needs time to dry, so I do the icky things like dishes and laundry and hunting down last seasons soccer jersey in between coats of paint. So, the real thing I'm doing is painting and the other stuff is just what I'm cramming in as an afterthought in my spare time. Amazing how when I make Pleasure and my own self-care the most important thing, it works out best for everyone and everything, huh?

This afternoon is Little Bird's first ever indoor soccer game. Another opportunity to practice pussy power while doing the mom thing. Getting to be a full circle - a mommy, Deva, sexpot all at the same time!

Going to a birthday party tonight. After having my own big birthday bash last week it'll be cool to celebrate someone else's incarnation. Another little piece of God who is separate from me and yet part of the same whole. Isn't life cool like that?

Mark Twain once said something to the effect of - Nobody's life is boring. Inside every person's story there is a comedy and a drama and a tragedy, mostly all going on at the same time.

Have a crazy, sexy, happy Red day!

In Grace,


Kell

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