I love vodka sodas...and the city of Vancouver. Last night I am so present and so thankful for the very special evening. For all experiences I know I am blessed.
With the end of RSP season coming, this week has been so busy and felt draining. I can hardly keep up with my work. For everything....and every moment I trust in the universe and I know I am taken care of.
Last night I went to see Michael Meade..I was moved my his performance. I realized OM is home...and when I chanting Om I am coming home back to self...my home is my heart and always with me. I just made the connection last night. I also realized why when things get tough we have to reinvent the way we found happiness...we are always learning...and getting back to happiness is always a sliding scale. However it's the journey...I was so moved by his ideas about story telling and myths...and how we don't share stories in our western culture....and why this is so important. Where are the wise people and who will stand up and lead....elders hold all the wisdom....why are fewer older people stepping up. We spend so much time challenging younger people...I want to challenge older people....to set up and speak out for change....so much chatter in my mind. So many gifts last night...We all get stuck in the ashes...time to rise up....find the spark...
I had a wonder dinner at East is East...and drank the most lovely chai! After at 1:00 we went to the Foundation for nachos and wow...amazing...for the middle of night...I forgot how much I loved being out late at night...it has been along time...since I have done that... :) for the experience I shared I feel lucky...so blessed to have good conversation and food...
Today has been a slow Saturday night and I trying to study. I found my love for accounting this week...slowly falling back into the CFA grove...so slowly getting back studying. So much to do ....so many gifts to share....
I have spent so much time thinking small and holding myself back...afraid of judgement from others. I held so tightly to my experience in grade 5 .....and the public shaming I felt by classmates....now I am starting to forgive...starting to let people in....starting to move on....I never knew how deeply this experience shaped my reality. I learned I could not trust...all these stories...I told myself....now no longer serve me. Now I share a new story. Today I feel beautiful and accepted by myself. No more weak heart. All Brave soul.....all good here tonight on the North Shore...my heart is at peace.
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