C'est Libby: Such is Me

I miss the days of playing blocks and Barbies. This is one of the albums that was the soundtrack for those days. 

Without the winds of change, there would be no growth.  I feel Restlessness. It is familiar. It is an initially-unwelcome friend. He has visited before and sent me to the Caribbean, visited again and moved me to Arizona.  This time I recognize his arrival. I am reluctant to sit with him and listen to what he has to say. He makes me aware that I am most certainly uncomfortably comfortable. Life's journey has changed from a quiet leisurely pace to a dead stop in a rut. Restlessness will help me free it from the mire, as it has so many times before.  Why does it feel so intrusive when this particular teacher comes to me? I feel exposed and uneasy.  Restlessness is the sneaky little brother who will run up and push you off the cliff into the thrilling free-fall.  I want to learn how to enjoy the dive and grow my trust in the universe that the pool of purpose and destiny will envelop me, as it has before.  Because it is hard to be brave, Restlessness comes along...

 Gratitude is the art of being thankful. It is an invitation to dive into a pool of thankful and luxuriate in how great it feels to have that happy, peaceful, open energy surround your being.  Learning the art has taken time and surrender. It is against the human mind to say thank you to the times and things that do not go the way our attached minds think they should.  But I truly know those moments now of being deeply grateful for the numerous romantic relationships that didn't go to script but instead taught me more about myself and life. I feel peace and joy for where I am and where ever it is I am going.  Happiness comes not from getting what you want, but in deeply embracing what you get.  Dhanyavaadaha. 

Clouds congregate Trees whisper to worship Thunder creates a calming cacophony Birds harmonize a hymn Down comes holy water, and all Rejoice When rain blesses The Valley.  

The time seemed to slow every time I found myself in the woods. Somehow I existed in an enchantment. The temperature was cooler. The light was richer. The freedom was boundless.  Why did I move away from that place? The solace of my soul isn’t quite as rich in the red rocks as it is in the pine groves. There is an ineffable bliss in being essentially alone among the flora.  The sound of the traveling water moving on soothes some deep unknown wounds in a way that nothing else does. The only thing that draws me out of it is obligation and responsibility. My soul is still there. I know I left it in Lester Park.

It is entirely common in this age of dating to go into all of it with a 'menu-mentality.' I am guilty of it myself.  What do I mean by 'menu-mentality?'  I mean striking off into the realm of dating with the inevitable list: I want a partner who...  What follows are all the traits we are hoping to find in another. We conjure an ideal that we then are looking to pull off the turn-table-app-buffet for our edification.  Recently it has been laid plain to me through meditation and introspection that I want to change my approach completely. I want to seek to bring forth the things in myself that I want a partner to be seeking out. I want to work on the things I actually have any real power over and impact on.  So, for the next while, I am going to apply my energy in the following way; I want to be a partner who... I want to be a partner in a relationship that is generous . To strengthen this area I will work on giving more of myself in more ways. I will donate my mon...