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All of life is about being born, about birthing into our fullness of being. When you come into rhythm with your nature, things happen of themselves. Synchronicities abound and transformation occurs.
For the month of November I’ve been absent from the blog… First, apologies to everyone who was expecting my posts. Shortly before November 1 (maybe Oct 25? Oct 27?) I learned about National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriM o and decided to go for it. I wasn’t quite sure why or how or what I was going to write, but I knew that something about it was right for me, right now. Enter the month of November, a month where I …
The last part of the Haunted Trail involved chainsaws, aircraft hanger-like passages, and strobe lights. The zombies in this section not only had chainsaws, they also carried crow bars, lead pipes, and ice picks. My escort and I made it through unscathed, and as we waited at the end of the trail for our companions, I sat on a wooden fence, between the lower slats. I felt this strange “bzz” several times on my ass–and then it clicked. There was …
… They were actors, not kids running around without their parents. I realized this when I saw other youth, similarly dressed, running the concession stand. My brother and I texted back and forth a bit: he assured me that he would have come with me, if he were closer. I continued to people watch from my perch on the bench: I saw a friend, dancing close to the stage, and I watched her freedom and ease with envy (yup, I was …
Just an extra post for today. Some sweet pics of Guatemalans and some really insightful comments. Check it out.
