I wish I better understood why I am so often "stuck" -- almost as if my feet are stuck in thick mud, unable to move. Unable to move, something in me gives up and I just sort of disappear. There I am, going along well in the flow, moving, inspired and then...derailed. I run off the track and find myself in the mud.
Being unemployed has been difficult and not simply because of the lack of income. It's a shame really. All that time to yourself, time where you could think and write and meditate -- instead is filled with a frantic guilt (at least it is for me). "Must find a job", "must search for in-between-jobs", "must be productive", "what does my husband think." Guilt. Guilt. Guilt. It permeates my being.
There are three days left before we leave for our "vacation" (Planned long ago -- to visit Pete's home town in Maine, my first trip, a nice visit with his parents, nice, eh? Yet, in my mind, all I can think is another week of no income. Guilt.) When we return, I begin my new job on the 14th.
These three days before we leave -- I'm going to try and embrace them, selfishly, spiritually, internally, physically -- and try and find my center, try and say "it's okay" and connect myself to the source, the source that has already answered my inner prayers. Try and be kind to myself and hear the inner direction to my path.
To be honest, I did have p/t work for today and tomorrow -- but this morning it fell through. In that moment, I said to myself -- no guilt, no fear, this is "time" handed back to you. Accept it with a grateful heart.
I put in a Seane Corn Vinyasa Flow dvd -- and while I did not finish it all -- I felt something within me "move" as I moved and listened to her speak. Eventually I sat back and just watched Seane. I felt like there was a small bit of 'home" that opened up in me. A door unlocked -- and I hope to be able to open it fully.

A friend of ours came over yesterday, Melanie, and it was so lovely to spend time with her. She's the type of person that just has an energy that is wonderful to bump up against. It had been a long time since we'd seen her and chatted and caught up. We shared our wedding DVD with her -- and then she shared with us. She'd brought over an Abraham Hicks CD for us to listen to -- and while I wasn't sure what to expect -- I intentionally opened to the experience. So much of what was spoken made such complete sense and seemed to be what I need to be reminded. I was grateful she shared in that moment.
Speaking of grateful...the community within Zaadz is an inspiration for me and a sort of life preserver. I consider it a blessing.
Namaste...