Where are You?
PAC (Peace, Acceptance and Courageousness)
A G F L A P
I love the pac man way of looking at this… CAP (Courageousness, Acceptance and Peace) the other way is PAC, as that is where you start from.. (when you are hootless) as you start in peace and we all want to be back there.
High above, in the clouds on my way to Edinburgh ~ 26th June 2010
I should really be fast asleep, listening to my meditation cd on my Squeezebox, drifting into la-la land, but I’m here getting inspiration for a new blog post instead… the idea for this post came about by having a good day, it’s been a little while since I’ve felt one of those really well and today was it
It’s starting to come back the feelings of grace and gratitude within me, which is nice.
They are such lovely feelings, well really states of beingness as that’s where you are with grace and gratitude they are like sisters who are just close and you know that they get on like a house on fire. The appreciation of life I have is phenomenal and it helps me deal with all the stuff that crops up in my life. I know on a deep level that everything has an order even the chaos is an illusion and I do my best to hold steadfast and see the grace in all situations.
Ahhh Epiphanies great things they are, when the “baseball bat of Life” finally hits you and the jigsaw pieces actually fit.
I was listening to Get it on by Grinderman this morning – Friday 28th May, just an ordinary day, nothing special as I was getting ready for work and then it suddenly hit me
It’s so bloody obvious and I already had the knowledge – I had used it before and had forgotten about it, how we all get so distracted by the drama of life ( I just needed reminding again, it’s great when you are clear and just know what the next step is)
Well there isn’t words I can really describe how I feel about her, I’m sure they’ll come eventually, I’m slow to love, really love and I take my time with how I feel and deal with things.
She has been gone for over 3 years now, even though I’m fine about it most of the time, it still gets me, when I least expect it.
Stupid stuff, like watching a movie – you don’t realise the extent of how deep your feelings go until they’ve actually left the bloody planet. How annoying is that?
I’ve never been really good with parent stuff, it just made me feel uncomfortable and so I moved 350 miles away – just to make sure.