November 22, 2008,
11:37 AM

I am having one of the most exquisite of mornings.
I thought I would be doing something else.

I thought I would be going out.

I am here, right here.

Swigging Isotonic Quinton Marine Plasma.
Holding it in my mouth, swishing it around the gums
and teeth the way Rudinski swishes Olive Oil.

I learned some incredible things about mouth health yesterday
from both Dr. Roy Dittman and Erik Powers.

Roy sent me to Erik. I had the greatest of phone conversations
with both. Lights were going off with Roy. It is one of those
meetings of destiny that have been coming my way since
the Pacific Symposium '08.

I don't want to get too far off track here.

I am really enjoying going through my closet now
and trying on old pants.

I am feeling a tremendous release of pressure,
a pressure that has been ageing me for months.

I can't really say what has shifted.

This is about a week since I started the Original Quinton Marine Plasma.
I am settled into the Isotonic now. That is the equivalent of the blood.
I feel I am regenerating, regenerating naturally.

I am taking time to look at my forehead.
There is a widening dry skin patch, a kind of psorisis maybe
that is on my forehead. It has been there for a long time.
I am looking at it closely. I feel I can improve that now
with the Original Quinton.

A couple hours pass.

I thought I would be going out by I am enjoying this most
exquisite of Shabbat here in my space.

I am enjoying the no pressure now of going through
things.

I started the day a different way.
I was on the clock with wanting to create some more Greeting Cards
down at Staples on the HP Kiosk. No. I am not going to do that today.

I thought I would be Creating THE PLAN in write, THE PLAN for here
Phase One and Now Phase Two. I was generating some great ideas
I wanted to get down. They will come again. They are the result
of a lot of weeks of mulling and digesting things I want to say
about where we can go, where we are going here.

The phone rang. I did not answer it.

These pants, they do not fit. Out.
This old shirt. Nice shirt. Does not fit right.
Out.

Wow! I might ever clear my bed.

What is different here?

I thought I would go down to the OB Craft Fair.
I would like to be in that next year.
That seemed a place to see what the other local
artists are doing. What are the hours?
No. I would rather stay in and clear the laundry off the bed.

I have not given myself this kind of spaciousness in months.
My room deserves this.
The prosperity I feel I will/ I am drawing in
deserves this. I need Open Space.

Where is that lovely Mauve robe I like?
I find the string. I bury my head in the closet bottom.
I do not find it. The purple one is here.
The brown robe is here with the strings.

What lovely memories of Best Friend/Twin Soul
wearing the pupple one. She is definitely a queen type.

What joy imagining a Greeting Card I would like to send her!

No need to get anything, go anywhere.
really? what is this? Shabbat?




 

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