Oh, I'm reposting prior insights. My Mom died this year. My heart is broken. I was so shy about my writing, and now I don't give a shit. You don't like it, don't read it! My heart is broken, I'm going to be 50, and just don't care what people think about me finally! So bugger off if you are offended, and if you think Mitt Romney is the better choice. YOURE FUCKING RETARDED THEN

New insights

I'm not going to use swear words in my posts!
This is a new insight I uncovered on my path.
I don't like a potty mouth and I am not a potty mouth.

Be Well
Jane

A sign of growth

Since my divorce in 2002 I've become more aware of my beliefs surrounding love. I had no idea what love really is about. I've romanticized love. I fallen in love and out of love. The love I knew had conditions attached to it. The love I've experienced most recently was all lies. I believed those lies so I can't blame the LIAR. I don't know if I'm any closer to the meaning of love but this is what I know today.

I've come to believe in love as the ability to see the beauty and perfection where others see flaws. Seeing the truth of a situation and not idealizing it (this is a big one for me because I have this belief that I need to give someone I care about the benefit of MY doubt). Seeing the truth in another person and accepting their imperfections. this is love. In seeing and accepting my own imperfections I begin to love myself. If am able to love my fallibility and I can laugh at my mistakes, I can embrace my mistakes with joy and let the energy pass through me instead of judging myself. I'm capable of loving the fallibility in others now that I've practiced on myself. I'm not ignorant to anothers dysfunction. I'm not overlooking what I need to pay attention to. I can pay attention to the messages inside of me. Yet I can still love.

I believe love is also an energy that needs to be returned to the world. This energy is always available to me. I can be aware of love passing through me and surrounding me. I can send love out to others. Love can heal me physically, mentally and spiritually. The energy of love connects me to myself and to a Divine power. When I'm living in this love it heals the world around me.

Love teaches me to not expect perfection in another human being. Love teaches me to be at one with myself. Love teaches me how to accept and pass through difficult times. Love heals me and heals the world around me.

Be well
Jane

Blurbs

If you can't find peace, navigate

This is all I can come up with right now
I'm navigating

Be well
Jane

If life is like a box of chocolates...

today I surely picked one of my favorites. The past few days have been a whirlwind. I presented a request at a big scary board meeting. The board approved my request to increase a service for women in recovery. I attended another meeting for 67th anniversary event. I attended two other special interest meetings yesterday that were important. Today I made another service commitment and attended two meetings. I am told by the Great Sponsor that this is the way to enlarging my spiritual life. My spiritual path is very important to me. With that said, I was looking forward to getting home tonight and just having some peace and quiet. My brain is in overdrive and it is exhausting. My daughter's at her Dad's and I had nothing planned (well almost nothing). This was my plan, my design for the evening and there wasn't a thought that a Divine Intervention was about to make an adjustment. Why would He? I know best!

I pull into my parking space and notice what I thought was my neighbors car, wasn't parked in their normal place. I thought, "Damn those new people who have their guests parking reserved spaces". I felt a resentment already brewing. I'm told that this is also a sign of my undergrowth. I jump to conclusions often. So when I walk up to my door, I see there are two identical cars. It wasn't my neighbors car at all. I have to look again because this is also the same car my Mom drives (who lives 1100 miles away). Nope! The plates were from out of state but but I couldn't see that name of the state. I figured it was a California plate. Looked like it. Heading toward my door, I hear my nickname. Only my family calls me this and it's been since the day I was born. Yeah, one of those. I look at the car again and it is my Mom. My Mom is here! My sister was able to keep this information a secret. I received a surprise today. My Mom is HERE!

I have to admit, of course I thought about that quiet time alone for a second. Then I thanked my Divine Power for giving me this gift today. You never know how many more your going to get, again that will be in His time too.


My favorite chocolate in the box? Well I have to say it's a toss up between a maple nut cream or a coconut centered dark chocolate.


Be Well
Jane

I recently watched W.E. No interest in it prior to Madonna being attached to it. The musical score is one of the most beautifully composed soundtracks I've heard since Empire of the Sun. I'm enchanted and haunted by the classical movement in this score, yet the movie itself had a different effect on me. It's a must see if you love music and cinematographic art.