it's the end of the weekend

And no, I don't wanna go to work tomorrow.

The class with Gloria Taylor Brown was cancelled but she offered individual sessions instead at no additional charge. So I took her up on it. I've had the two sessions with her, and I do have the ability to have a third if I feel the need.

If you feel that you're up for past-life work, this is the woman to go to. She's warm, she's emotionally available, and she's very very skilled. I felt comfortable and safe.

The work goes very very deep. Most of it will stay private for a good while, but I can tell you that I will be starting another blog soon (and keeping this one going as well). Only two people I currently know were present, but there were lots of animals. Irish Wolfhounds make me smile.

I feel like my entire head has been reset. The contents are familiar; there are some new objects, and most everything has been rearranged. It's mildly disorienting.

Be well, my dears.

taking a great class

with Gloria Taylor Brown, on past lives. I spent many years not interested in my past lives; now, having met someone who I've known before (not that I haven't met folks I've known before before...OK, English is falling apart here!), I'm much more curious.

She's a good teacher and leads the journey well. I felt safe and comfortable.


It's also part of the continuing training. Just like a good teacher or a good actor, those of us who work in the psychic realms need to keep tuning our intruments. Learning new things, deepening existing understandings, exploring a different angle on an old truth: all part of the endless adventure, the continuing journey.

And so much fun.

a message from guidance

For all of you performers out there, especially singers, protect your throats through the next few days. Hydrate, keep warm, and do deep breathing. There is a feeling that illness could land and constrict you. Also be careful with your words; and make room for speaking your truths. Be clear and be in your own truth.


This is the first time that guidance has asked me to get a message out. Hmm. Reflections tomorrow, I think.

girding my loins

for the week ahead. And fighting the mother of all headaches -- which is getting a wee bit better, actually.

This moon is important, but I can't find words for it. Go outdoors, savor the feeling: summer is officially here, and the new moon is tomorrow. A powerful time for your outer work: growing, manifesting, changing your circumstances.

Be well, my dears.

not much to say

a very bad day at work; it ended with me in tears, sobbing, in the car. The pressure is intense and we have very little space for too many people.

I have faith that it will get better.

under the sky-blue umbrella

...today, at work, walking up from the warehouse: I am NOT my job.

I am so invested in doing what I do well, with precision, and trying to move things along, that I forget that I have many other sides; including this, the psychic self.

The psychic self needs to stretch, to play, to breathe deeply.


This blog helps immensely with that.

one of those nights...

when I'm feeling sad and alone.

All of us are alone in our own skin. We feel connection through our skins, too, as well as with conversation, with music, with eyes meeting eyes.

I've got some major Stuff to deal with, old stuff from my past which comes up periodically. When it does, there's nothing for it but to deal. Feel the feelings, try not to stuff them down with the addictive stuff (food, internet), process as much as time and work permits.

The Universe is full of nonphysical friends for me (for all of us, really).


I still feel sad and alone.

Almost two weeks?!.....

Um, hi.

Yeah, it's been a while. Work, and the end of DD's sophmore year of high school, has been all-consuming. A little release-work assignment from Them has eaten up what little time was left.

So now, back to our regularly scheduled program. I'm starting another 37-day commitment, starting today. Regular blogging, even if I'm talking to a room with just a few people in it, is good for me.

I'll have more to say of import (not to say export, ha ha) tomorrow. In the meantime, my toe has dipped back into this water and found it....warm enough for swimming.

energy

It's been very intense at work over the past few days. Today was the worst yet; over on Twitter,* I called my workplace the Den of the Vicious Crazies. Though I may have overstated it just a tad, there was so much negativity and backbiting I was overwhelmed. I almost walked out several times.

It's my job to be there, though. I think all of us have what I call destiny points in our lives, places we're meant to be and activities we're meant to engage in. I have an obscure and strong sense that this place is where I am supposed to be. Just as I am (still) supposed to be in Washington, DC, a city I dearly love. Even though my heart belongs to central and northern California (and other places on the planet). This watershed is my assignment, for now.













*and yes, you can follow me on Twitter if you like; @duffimac. I'm pretty sporadic about tweeting; sometimes it's fun, sometimes it feels like a massive waste of time.

family, astrology, ecstasy

A lovely evening with the fam: sauteed mixed yellow and red peppers with garlic and black olives over pasta, DD & DH doing math homework out on the patio, the 2/3 moon shining down; DD and I chatting in the semi-darkness, and seeing the first firefly of summer. June 1, 2009, ended really well.

Dan Furst, dear astrologer, has posted one of the best yet of his lyrical explorations of where we are and where we're going:

http://hermes3.net/june109.htm

He's moved, inspired by the Inspiring Notobject, from Hawaii, to Egypt, and now to Peru. A lovely man, with important things to say, and a lovely way of saying them.

And I'm feeling....blissful. I really feel that we've made it through a pretty tough passage: Mercury in retrograde was a bear for me and mine (especially at work). Something ugly's broken, and the waters of time are washing away the remnants. Only time's moving really fast: it's like a mountain stream. All the ugliness, falling to dust, and washing away, away.