My Spiritual Guide

Dirty, but happy. Immensely pleased with whatever happened. (I believe he has already forgotten what happened.) Dear God, may I be so free.

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Friday, February 16, 2007

TGIF

I am in a great period, in my life.

I am in a window of self-examination, healing, restructuring, and retooling. There is a tremendous energy represented here.

The window has been long and large enough to have allowed me enough time to have entered the: 'I am enjoying myself,' period. Even when paced, and lead to the 'dark side,' by DeFrancisco.

I have found a way to muck around with his assignments, and then put it aside to delve into a pleasure.

Reading, art work, walking, carpentry, and nature remain as the places I renew and refresh myself. Pretty soon, I might add eating and cooking to this list.

Lately, as I examine the wounded child in the Jungian archetype, I have taken to viewing a model of 'the child' as offered by my two dogs. This has been a great insight and gift to me...to watch them as models. On the walk this afternoon, T.T.Marie, who is crippled in the back end due to the abuse of a previous owner, did her 'thing.'

Her 'thing' is to slide down a hill on her belly.

This, to me, is a definition of humor and freedom.

She takes to this as fun, and an efficient technique to manage a long walk. She has found a way to accept, work with, and circumvent her limitations. When she gets to the bottom of any hill, she turns over on her back, and lays in the snow, with her feet up. I take this as a statement of:

'Success! Good idea worked!'

(and)

'I am thrilled with myself. Now I better rest a bit, with my feet up.'

She is inspirational. She gets a laugh from me and notice.

I could probably go on and on about the simple pleasures that a dog gets from romping, sniffing, exploring, jumping, tearing around, laundering the coat with snow, sleeping, and being 'up' for it.

I could take the same lead from those I am reading.

I could even say something about a line last night in Grey's Anatomy, that stuck inside of me.

But, since I started school, I know and feel, on a deep level what 'Thank God It's Friday,' is all about.

So I am off to the riches of that feeling. And might be found on my back, with my feet up, somewhere.

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