Hidden Place

I'm feeling very private lately.

I don't want to share any of my details in blogs.

I don't want to jinx the good things, the works in progress.

I leave my friends in the dark as to what I am up to and with whom, even though I know it irks them. They could tarnish the evolution.

I'm in a bit of a cocoon, I think.

My Dream(board) Come True

Some time ago, I started creating dreamboards. For anyone who's ever heard about and laughed at the Secret, it's related to that, to the Law of Attraction. The idea is that you collage pics of your dreams and thereby begin to manifest them in real life. It's sort of out there, but, then again, it sort of isn't.

I've discovered lately that my dreamboard is coming true. I have seen in my waking hours several of the very images I once affixed to the muslin and ribbon rectangles. This is profoundly encouraging. If there's anything in the world you're wanting, find a picture that symbolizes or approximates its essence, and put it somewhere you can see it everyday, and, when your eyes land upon it, understand that it is on its way.

This summer is turning out to be quite extraordinary. I love the heat and, ah, those summer nights. More like the Marianne Faithfull song than the one from Grease, though.



I'm so ecstatic that I'm even considering writing some happy lyrics. I hope you listeners of mine will be okay with that. ;)

I trust you will also forgive my delinquency in posting pics with the last few blogs. I lost the cord to my camera. I suppose it's time for a new one, no?

Bee Medicine Visits my Yoni

What's new with me? Oh, I can't stop giggling. Mortifying things have happened lately, but they only make me laugh because, at an instant, I am able to experience them from afar, thereby finding their overt humor, which is nearly impossible to do if you're taking everything seriously and personally. I am also pleased to report that, despite the crazy stuff that is going on, I feel very much connected to awareness, which, quite happily, is in close proximity to the flow of creativity and even luck.

Saturday morning, I climbed into the car with my mom to attend my bff's sister's baby shower, when I felt something buzzing between my legs. I lifted my dress, as my mom looked on nervously. It was a bee, and it was flying menacingly around my vag.

I knew I would have to thank the bee for its message in order to save my Yoni from disaster, and, before that, I would need the discernment to discover that message.

I believe that animals have wisdom to impart to us. It's part of my Native American heritage. Each animal has its own guidance to offer, and the details of our experiences with them help us to draw forth their specific reasons for visiting. Bees are hard workers who effortlessly communicate. For more background on the bee, please see:

http://www.nativeamericananimalmedicine.com/bee_medicine.html

So when I saw this bee, I immediately thought communication and, due to the circumstances of our interaction, communication regarding my Yoni. I had been dreading an upcoming Yoni talk, and I was looking for ways around it. Being stung on the vag is certainly one way to avoid discussions of what my Yoni wants, but it is arguably not the best way. This bee reminded me to push through my fears and speak up if I ever wanted to partake in the nectar. I silently assured the bee that I'd received his message loud and clear and safely shooed him out the window. He clung to it, as if to say, "I'll come back and sting your Yoni if you don't work on her behalf." I rolled up the window, promising I would. He flew away.

I'm on a winning streak, dudes. ;)

Take note of your animal interactions this week and discover what they're trying to teach you. Visit Dr. Standley's Animal Medicine website:

http://www.nativeamericananimalmedicine.com