I want my next success to feel like it would BRING A TEAR to Mother Teresa's, ANGELina Jolie's, and OPRAH'S eye, to feel like I earned it, and that I AM WORTHY and deserving of MAKING THE DIFFERENCE I do....and that at any moment a CNN HERO'S nomination letter could land at my front door...so that I could go on HELPING MORE and more...
I want my body to feel like a FLOWING river of DIVINE FEMININE energy, A GODDESS OF IMPERFECT PERFECTION. A temple of GOD'S sweet GRACE. STRONG + SEXY, and a sacred womb for the world. A place to hold myself in the highest HEALING LIGHT. A soft and SAFE REFUGE for my love-thirsty LOVER, and HOME for my own growing SOUL....
I want smiling to feel like GOD IS FLIRTING with me, as INNOCENT as a child's dimpled hand, as FRESH and as SWEET as sugary, powder-dusted donuts, and as NATURAL AS WILD AND WHITE HORSES running free...
I want my friendships to feel like “a SISTERHOOD of connection, GIGGLES, with late nights DANCING and FEELING FREE, good WINE, lavender cheese, WARM AND NURTURING like a bowl of handmade HEALING soup, SHARING happy dreams, VULNERABILITIES exposed with IMPECCABLE TRUST, HONORING our TEARS when they need to be shed, POLKA-DOTTED silk blouses, PINK fluffy tutus, fighting and beating cancer, and HOLDING hands, GIVING GOOD ADVICE but even BETTER LISTENING, to feel as COMFY as my favorite pair of FUNKY slippers worn on a cold winters day, talks of lip-gloss and LOTUS POSITIONS, shopping mixed with SPIRIT, pink BUBBLY champagne served with NON-JUDGMENT AND LOVE, incense, rose-quartz and the petals of fresh ROSEMARY SPRINKLED all around"
I want my nervous system to feel like the IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. Like MIRACLES DANCE off my cells, and TWIRL with INNER-DELIGHT....
I want my gigs to feel like Marianne Williamson's ELOQUENT TRUTH, like Nelson Mandela's FREEDOM speech, like Michael Beckwith's BREATHLESS SERMONS, and like Martin Luther King when he spoke from the depth of his SOUL and shouted "I HAVE A DREAM..."
To be as POWERFUL as summer thunderstorm, but as SWEET as a Magnolia in May, as NATURAL as a newborn baby placed at his mothers full breast, as TENDER as the heart of a grieving parent, as POLISHED as a diamond that SPARKLES AND SHINES from every single angle, and to be as real and as AUTHENTIC as the STARS IN THE SKY, and as funny, raw, and LIGHTHEARTED as Kathy Griffin or Chelsea Handler might be...with overwhelming and ENDLESS CHILLS of SPIRIT moving through me....feels like being able to speak off the cuff with CONFIDENCE, knowing that ANGELS are forever GUIDING my gentle and careful tongue....
I want my neighborhood to feel as SAFE AND SNUGLY as a well-fed baby, as COMFORTABLE as a hammock at the lake, filled with members of MY TRUE TRIBE. As much MINE, as the freckle on my wrist. To feel that I BELONG there... like the 22nd color in the big box of crayons....
I want my integrity to feel like STEEL. A SACRED PROMISE once KISSED upon the lips of GOD, and held in her undying and NEVER-ENDING LIGHT. A pact made at HEAVEN'S gate...made in a surrounding CIRCLE OF LOVE, with my GUIDES and elders gently reminding me to always HONOR my highest self, no matter who may or may not be watching. Like a promise I MAKE AND KEEP for lifetimes to come, and a WHISPER OF THE GOLDEN CONSCIENCE when and if I ever may begin to forget. To be as SWIFT AND STRONG as a fleet of a thousand sailing ships...
I want money making to feel like a GOD IS DANCING the jitterbug with me. Like GRATITUDE ON FIRE. Like I have found the POT OF GOLD sitting below an iridescent rainbow that GLITTERS AND SPARKLES with BLESSINGS created specifically for me.
It looks like me LIVING MY TRUTH, BEing in LOVE, HEALING hearts, having FUN, soaring FREE, SPREADING wealth, offering MY WISDOM, and helping other GODDESS WARRIORS to experience the same....
It feels like SKINNY DIPPING IN THE flowing "RIVER OF ABUNDANCE" that streams through our VAST AND STARRY UNIVERSE.
Like TASTING THE SWEETEST NECTAR from the fruit that grew at the tippty-top of the tree, or LICKING THE FROSTING the delectably sweet "Cupcake of Life". It's creamy, RICH, and I have more than enough. It feels like SHARING the last piece of my favorite dark chocolate because I want to see the JOY OF PLEASURE on another persons face...
I want my word to feel like a perfectly woven tapestry of TRUTH, LOVE, COMPASSION, and KINDNESS, free from the frays of my ego...and held together by the threads of my own INTUITION, TRUST, AND STRENGTH...laced with the DELICATE TRACES of SPIRIT in every single fiber.
I want my laughter to feel like a WILDLY GIDDY girl crushing on her FIRST LOVE, like the FRAGRANCE OF A FLOWER that fills the room, or like a contagious CLOUD OF SWEETNESS that floats through the ether's and TOUCHES THE SPIRIT of all those who surround me.
I want the end of my day to feel like the feeling of PRIDE AND ACCOMPLISHMENT had when seeing my oldest daughter wearing her graduation cap and gown, the FEELING OF COMPLETION I have when a session ends and I know I HAVE OFFERED AND SHARED MY BEST, or the feeling of CLEAN AND CRISP white sheets and a vanilla candle LIT AND GLOWING by the bed. A HOT LAVENDER BATH and chamomile tea...
I want being of service to feel like putting FOOD INTO HUNGRY MOUTHS, empty hands and the bloated bellies of thousands of starving people, to feel like I'm throwing a LIFE preserver to the souls who BELIEVE their grief-stricken hearts are sinking, it looks like FUNDING WOMEN and their new business's with micro-loans in third world countries, HELPING TO HEAL the hearts of the bereaved, abused, the poor, and the forgotten...
I want philanthropy to feel like a PRIVILEGE, an honor, and a SACRED CALLING. Like I am the elder of a growing and beautiful TRIBE, showing her COMMITMENT with GRATITUDE, and faith. To feel like A BUTTERFLY WHO FLUTTERS her wings to create RIPPLES of never-ending GOODNESS and WINDS OF CHANGE in far away lands...
I want my challenges to feel like a HOT AND SWEATY work-out that makes me feel SEXY AND STRONG from the inside out. Like HOT candle wax that puddles near the flame, CHANGING, melting, bending, FLOWING AND FORMING a new and different shape of me. To feel like all of my struggles are there to STRETCH ME, help mold me, to KEEP ME SPRY, well-fit and warm.
I want my love to feel like a gravitational pull to the CENTER OF MY TRUTH, pulling my heart back HOME. Like ALPHA AND OMEGA, forever intertwined...with it's own NATURAL and universal EBB AND FLOW, as TIMELESS and CONNECTED as the tides are to the moon. EFFORTLESS, and ELEGANT...like a well made simple black dress...TAILORED MADE JUST FOR ME. Like a COSMIC PROMISE and secret pact made in the heavens long before our physical EYES AND HEARTS were to ever meet. Like a mythical CUPID SHOT his mighty BOW, to pierce our TWO SOULS, so that even more LOVE AND LIGHT could come pouring in. Feels like PERFECT KISSES, unbroken TRUST, unspeakable and unfathomable FRIENDSHIP, mind blowing SEX+ orgasms times three, reckless LAUGHTER, his fingertips and PALMS ON MY CHEEKS, quivers of EXCITEMENT AND ADVENTURE, like LOVE WITHOUT PROJECTIONS and A SPARK THAT NEVER DIMS, with all of our favorite songs on repeat.
I want my writing to feel like RUMI + CARRIE BRADSHAW had a LOVE-CHILD. Like "CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD" meets "SEX IN THE CITY" or COSMOPOLITAN MAG, during HAPPY hour to sip on cocktails and dig deep. For it to FEEL as SENSUAL and as SPIRITUAL as a soul-shifting and crazy long-lasting FRENCH KISS between ANAIS NIN + RALPH WALDO EMERSON on their wildly organic first date. Or to be as WITTY, SOULFUL, and SEXY as my SPIRIT sisters, Sera Beak, Stephanie St. Claire, or my favorite living poet, Em Claire.
I want my ideas to be as BRIGHT as the GUIDING LIGHT of the NORTHERN STARS, to be as BOLD and COLORFUL as a collection of handsome PEACOCK FEATHERS, and to feel as FOCUSED as a Luke Skywalker's laser beam. ;-)
All this, more simply said...
I wish,
“To live more wide-eyed in the Mystery of Life and Dare to Love Wastefully.”
