Nicest thing about living alone
You (or perhaps even "I") can wake-up at 5 AM and write down my dreams while they're still fresh in my brian (I keep a "brian" right next to my bed; I find it keeps dreams much fresher than simply leaving them in my brain...), then right away spring out of bed and light a votive candle and send out my prayers & visualizations for the people I love, thank my Source for all the joy it gives me then ask the world to forgive me for whatever it is I've evidently done, then crank-up Deepak Chopra's Soul of Healing Affirmations so that I can hear it all over the house while feeding & cleaning up after my many happy cats, getting breakfast ready for myself, going back to bed by candlelight , lowering the volume a little bit on the CD player and then doing my affirmations in bed while drinking my green tea.
I really like to start my days like this. Then, when the sun is up, head out on my 3-mile walk, weather permitting.
The not-so-nice thing about being alone is that the season line-up for Live at the Met came yesterday and they are doing some terrific operas this year and absolutely no one I know enjoys doing that. (i.e., driving out in the snow & freezing cold to a faraway movie theater to go see a live HD IMAX transmission of an opera being staged at New York's Metropolitan Opera at Lincoln Center, then drive back home in the ice & snow and dead of night over 3 hours later...)
Oh well, so I will be alone. But I am definitely going to see Mussorgsky's Boris Godunov, Adam's Nixon in China, Verdi's Don Carlo, and maybe even some Puccini. We shall see.
Meanwhile, life goes on and I try really, really hard to just let people be whoever they need to be in this world, lonely as it sometimes is. And I'm back to doing an awful lot of tarot card readings. It's all about joy, peace of mind, letting go, ALLOWING, and, as Deepak says, living with "the Question" without looking for the answers. I'm doing a hell of a lot of "living with the Question" gang, that's for certain. I'm getting pretty good at it, in fact. The answer is supposedly going to come into my experience when I "need it most." I'll keep you posted!!
Meanwhile...
Signs of a new bed are gradually arriving in the empty guestroom. The headboard, frame, etc., is an antique that is still in my mom's attic (leftover from when she ran a bed & breakfast in German Village for a million years) but the mattress and box spring have arrived!! Yay!! (BTW, the number 7 on the closet door is not my lucky number; it was left by the previous owner. My lucky number is 9 -- in case you were curious!!)
Okay, make it a great day, gang! Take risks, believe in yourself, appreciate everything and then watch the miracles pour in!! Thanks for visiting. See ya!
I really like to start my days like this. Then, when the sun is up, head out on my 3-mile walk, weather permitting.
The not-so-nice thing about being alone is that the season line-up for Live at the Met came yesterday and they are doing some terrific operas this year and absolutely no one I know enjoys doing that. (i.e., driving out in the snow & freezing cold to a faraway movie theater to go see a live HD IMAX transmission of an opera being staged at New York's Metropolitan Opera at Lincoln Center, then drive back home in the ice & snow and dead of night over 3 hours later...)
Oh well, so I will be alone. But I am definitely going to see Mussorgsky's Boris Godunov, Adam's Nixon in China, Verdi's Don Carlo, and maybe even some Puccini. We shall see.
Meanwhile, life goes on and I try really, really hard to just let people be whoever they need to be in this world, lonely as it sometimes is. And I'm back to doing an awful lot of tarot card readings. It's all about joy, peace of mind, letting go, ALLOWING, and, as Deepak says, living with "the Question" without looking for the answers. I'm doing a hell of a lot of "living with the Question" gang, that's for certain. I'm getting pretty good at it, in fact. The answer is supposedly going to come into my experience when I "need it most." I'll keep you posted!!
Meanwhile...
Signs of a new bed are gradually arriving in the empty guestroom. The headboard, frame, etc., is an antique that is still in my mom's attic (leftover from when she ran a bed & breakfast in German Village for a million years) but the mattress and box spring have arrived!! Yay!! (BTW, the number 7 on the closet door is not my lucky number; it was left by the previous owner. My lucky number is 9 -- in case you were curious!!)
Okay, make it a great day, gang! Take risks, believe in yourself, appreciate everything and then watch the miracles pour in!! Thanks for visiting. See ya!
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