This post has a couple of purposes.
1. I am testing posting by email and NOT going through Flickr.
2. I am demonstrating that cleaning one’s desk has benefits – behold, a long-lost Starbucks card has been unearthed.
3. It’s a snake! In Asian cultures, 2013 is the year if the Snake. I have had snakes in the garage. A Facebook friend recently had snakes in her garage too, and I was able to identify them because of Master Naturalist training. Another friend says snakes mean change is coming. For me, they have shown up mostly in relation to housing and job type changes. Oh and let us not forget that I was inexplicably sorted into Slytherin house on Pottermore!
So now, I have some activities going on in the realms of housing and jobs – and I unearth this card, which was a “free gift” for some reason that I cannot remember. I just tossed it into the crapalanche on the desk only to discover that the card bears a snake upon it.
Perhaps I need a *bux break! 🙂
Yeah, I realize I already had a Memo today, but this was too good – AND
it made me LOL and exclaim to the computer screen, "Oh, stop now!".
Earlier today, I was cooking while listening to archived recordings of
davidji’s radio show on Hay House Radio. One of the shows I listened to
was, "We Need To Let Love Into Our Hearts". It’s all about how one
heart-breaking incident can cause us to form barriers to love.
I use an app called Mindbloom to help me to establish new habits. It is
basically a way to set up "My Perfect Life" and then keep track of how
well you are living up to it. I have used it for a while to help me
establish and maintain habits like daily meditation, consistent
exercise, routine contact with family, and stuff like that. Every once
in a blue moon, the app will, upon login, present one with a suggested
Action to adopt. I haven’t had one in a very long time, but today,
after having heard the radio show about letting love in, I am advised by
Mindbloom to "be open to romance".
And I want you to notice that the couple in the picture has a DOG… !!!
Fine. Bring it. It’s going to be either a boyfriend, or else a dog.
Possibly a boyfriend WITH a dog. I’ll miss the awesome parking mojo (my
compensation for unluckiness in love), but maybe in addition to romance,
I will also suddenly be lucky at cards too? One can always hope! ;o)
Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really
love. It will not lead you astray. – Rumi
This sentiment has popped up frequently over the last several years. Do
what you love, love what you do. What’s your dharma, your purpose for
being here? What is your true calling? Find your passion!
My problem has been that I am serially drawn to a variety of true
loves. Or… is it REALLY a problem? Conventionally speaking, I guess
so. But I’ve not been living conventionally. I’ve been answering the
"strange pull", and it leads in multiple directions. I am wondering if
this REALLY constitutes "astray".
By the way, I took that picture. I kind of adore my new camera – one of
my serial loves 😀
Might be Nahtamemo but SO weird – two mentions of Marshall Crenshaw today,
out of the blue.
One: I receive periodic emails from Spotify that tell me when new music I
might be interested in becomes available. Today’s email announced that an
EP by the Gin Blossoms was available. While reading their biography, I
noted that their hit "Til I Hear It From You" was co-written with them by
Two: I went to Bed Bath and Beyond to try and find a rack for my roasting
pan, and a familiar song was piped in – "Someday, Someway" by Marshall
Crenshaw. Now there aren’t too many people who even know who Marshall
Crenshaw is – he pretty much had the one hit. I remember hearing on Long
Island’s AOR radio station how he was always playing venues there when I
was young, but he was not super famous. It’s odd to have two references to
him in the same day. Wouldn’t think twice about the Beatles, but Marshall
Crenshaw ? Really.
Gin Blossoms makes me think of the 90s and the damp, cricket-ridden little
cottage I lived in at the time. Landlord’s son and I hung out and crushed
on each other, but it never went anywhere. Lots of music, meals,
motorcycles, good times… not so much as a kiss. It’s funny how the "bad"
boys can turn out to be the greatest gentlemen. He had a garage band that
played a different Gin blossoms tune, "Hey, Jealousy". That’s why they
remind me of him.
As for Marshall Crenshaw, I just like the song. It’s hopelessly peppy for a
tune that is basically bewailing the fact that "I love you but I don’t get
I got nuttin’ here. Maybe it’s not my Memo? Anyone reading here, go google
those lyrics and see if I’m just the delivery woman this time.
The "who am I?" theme pops up in the news feed once more, delivered yet again by Disney. This time, it’s Roy who says, "It’s not hard to make decisions once you know what your values are."
Last post, I opined that our behavioral decisions might have something to do with the answer to the "who am I?" question. Uncle Roy seems to believe that’s true, and adds that those decisions are based upon our values.
I am reminded of, "First, harm none.", and also of The Four Agreements of don Miguel Ruiz, which davidji spent the month of February teaching. Collectively, these seem a reasonable place to start when determining values.
I probably have some reading to do!