I did it!  A whole week of not posting here. I did it. And in the process, I’ve written 16,000 words of Lessons in Love!

A fear I had moving into not writing here every morning was that I would fritter away the time, I wouldn’t use it as intended.

Not so!  I can trust myself to make good choices, even when I’m not having to turn up publicly and talk about my choices!

I like that.

What I find more difficult is not reading and commenting on the blogs of all of those with whom I share this space. I miss your words — and still, I know that holding the space for me to write every morning is important. It brings value to my efforts to write this book.

So thank you.

Thank you for your beautiful words. Thank you for your encouragement, support, love. Thank you for understanding, for sharing your own story of what you dream of doing and how you’re going to do it, thank you for knowing, my not commenting on your blogs is not about you, it’s all about me honouring this space I’ve created to write the stories I know I must tell.

I’ve learned something really important this past week. It’s not that I didn’t know it, but this past week has cast a light upon it and given me cause to reflect on what it means to ‘trust myself’.

In choosing the path of limiting my online presence, I have discovered that cutting out something I love to do, while not necessarily easy, opens the door to ‘more’. It creates space for miracles to happen in other ways, that I had not unimagined.

Writing for two hours every morning has reignited my excitement, my energy, my desire to write. And in that writing, I ‘see’ all there is waiting for me to share, to know, to become. I ‘see’ truths never before seen, write words never before written, and uncover ideas never before known.

It’s all rather exciting and in the process, reminds me, as my friend Mark is prone to do, to ‘not take myself so seriously’.

I was taking myself far too seriously. I was falling into the trap of believing there was only one way to do things for me, and that was my way. ha! That just ain’t true. There are hundreds of ways for me to choose to do things — and I was only choosing one way.

In that learning, I open up the possibility of doing this differently again. I open up the possibility of writing here on Sunday’s. Of making this a weekly, rather than a daily blog.

Something else that not writing here daily has re-awakened me to is my love of journalling at night. I had become very inconsistent in doing so and now, I’m once again finding myself on the page at night, pen in hand, the halo of my bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the page of my journal as I let the day flow out. My sleep has become clearer, my dreams more vivid and my memory of them more reliable.

Wonderful gifts!

It’s one of the things I’ve been reminded of this past week — everything holds gifts. Everything holds truth. It’s up to me to discover what holds true for me. What gifts will I treasure? What truths will I unfold?

I treasure the gift of your presence. I treasure the truths we share and discover together. I treasure you.

Namaste.

(See you next Sunday!)

Oh, and… in keeping with one of my favourite activities, to share something I’ve seen or heard that’s moved me, I watched,  a video on film-maker Ken Burns and was moved by his words — in pondering his statement that when Thomas Jefferson wrote that ‘all men are created equal’, he owned, and never saw fit to free, 100 human beings, I was struck by how our beliefs don’t always align with our truth, and how even when we hold one thing true, there is always room for truth to grow. In fact, we need truth to grow within us to align our beliefs with our actions and our truth. To change one thing depends on how willing we are to be open to the possibility.

And…. one thing I have done this week is to continue to write every day a poem.

Blessings and Love on a week of beauty, wonder and love.