I'm a connoisseur of me in knowing myself within this larger experience of Self.  No one can be this same connoisseur but me.

The point where we define sanity is yet another division and one side of a range of being and is subjective.  There is sanity in everything and insanity.  I'm not partial to defining these divisions much anymore, and that could be consider, I guess, sane and yet insane - you you choose.

I'm up early this morning and as I sat in the crisp air and darkness I was thinking that the beauty of what is there could not be seen because it was still dark.  The sun will rise and bring light to all that is beautiful and I will once again see it and I will know that it has always been there, just veiled.  Isn't it like that for everything.

Today I'll look for the beauty in the things that might be veiled or hidden.  I can see the beauty in the raging man, the criminal, the person who hates me, the one who suffers.  "Everything is beautiful in it's own way," says the song.  Everything holds the seed to everything else, is interconnected, not separate.  Seems that if we look at the separateness then that is what our focus is upon and we limit our awareness and vision of what is.  This is our illusion - that we limit our knowing that we are part of the ONE event.  This play of life compels me forward to look and to see more and more . . .  For just today, or when you read this, won't you look with me and find beauty in the whole thing and in all the little particles that make up the whole thing?  Won't you do this with me - just for today.  If we do this, then it seems we'll always see beauty wherever we turn, we will see beauty in what is present, NOW.

Today I will look for right relationship in all that is, and seek the beauty that may be hidden, or that I may have overlooked.  I will love what is fully and wholly!

GAYATRI

Air, breath, everything that is living insipres me!

WYSIWYG (What you see is what you get) - Well, I don't know!  It is always different as I never know what might arise in the emotional realm.  Anything could be expressed.  I do believe that everything must have a lived life so that it must be lived out or it might arise later.  I don't think it is hard to guess how I am emotionally at any given time.

Is there a path?  Is there a me starting anything?  I think it all started before there was any concept of me by me.  If there is a spiritual path then it was already set forth and perfect.  I'm just here now . . . being and doing, doing and being . . . and loving it.

Up early this morning after having dreamed about this song . . .  ENJOY!!!

Shame?  I don't know.

Arrangement of molecules, perhaps?  Again, I don't know.  Maybe it's that you don't see "my" family as "our" family.  Hummmmmmmmmmm.  Who can say?

This was sent to me by Stacy (Boogie).  I'm dedicating this to the new love in my life, Jeff.  Baby, I'm loving loving you!


Here is a picture of my partner with his son, sproting green hair in a pumpkin patch (Oct. 2008).

I'm looking inside, outside, sideways . . . every which-a-way, but not just looking but noticing and seeing.  I am one of the eyes of GOD.  Wink, wink!

Well, everything is always moving! I guess I've learned that change is inevitable. Also, to look to find my peaceful place in every place I AM.