I let the anniversary of my web journal slip by without a word. I have obviously dropped out from under my daily writing. For quite some time I was quite chitty chatty about things. Lately I’ve been focused on inner work, on realigning myself to natural inner processes; attuning myself to the compasses of creativity and authenticity.
There are days when I a wake up and wonder where I have been so long. How did I slip so far from my own gasp? Then quite suddenly, alive and connected, secure that the universe knows quiet perfectly well what it has been assembling.
There are safety nets and then there are booby traps. Sometimes they look like the same thing. Keep your eyes peeled for booby traps disguised as safety nets. The latter has such a tendency to conceal itself within the former. Booby traps and kittens and safely nets and mittens…these are a few of my favourite things. Not!
New York is where I'd rather stay...I get allergic smelling hey? Oh really.
PS: The Wizard of Oz opened to enthralled audiences at Radio City Music Hall, exactly 64 years ago today...Time flies.
