This week I have been finding my bliss again and realized it was me who walked away from it, not the other way around. Having all the drama of the cat kids being sick and my cousin passing away and my mom falling again, I had forgotten what brought me joy, I forgot to do those things and forgot who I was for a little bit. Now that mom is home and healing, my cousin is with spirit (dancing) and my cat kids are hanging in, I could stop and remember who I am.
Why is it that when it is most important to remember we forget? At least that is true of me and I have a feeling I am not the only one.
This week I have been meditating deeply and doing art and reading and watching movies and
walking in the snow and napping, spending lots of time with my boys and saying yes to fun.
I went to a Scottish party, celebrating everything Scottish and it was such fun! I only knew two people there and it was a stretch for me to go, but I am so glad I did. Sometimes it is good to go outside your comfort zone and have new experiences, it keeps us young.
It is Sunday and I have a long work week ahead so I am taking it easy today, going for a long snow run with my sweet dog and starting the second Stieg larrson book "The Girl Who Played with Fire", glazing some porcelain and working on the big painting. It is a bliss day. May you have a bliss Sunday too. XOXO