If I Believed in Luck
If I believed in luck, I would say that I am one of the luckiest people on the planet. Take the last month for example… I have had the most incredible people show up in my life. I’m standing in my living room tonight, practically in tears, totally overwhelmed by the greatness of this journey.
I love James Ray’s acronym for LUCK: Living Under Certain Knowledge. Knowledge of how the universe works, that is. I know the law of attraction is a reality, for I see it played out in my life every single day. Knowing something is stronger than “believing in” it. To think that I am able to attract such awesome people and occurrences into my life is truly beautiful, a reflection of myself, which I am prone to forget is also beautiful.
I am so grateful for you for showing up, entering into the sacred dance with me in whatever form our souls mutually agreed upon: Caitlyn, Mandy, Frank, Jason, Jessica, Deb, Donnita & Wayne, Sheila, Tom, Danielle, Sandy, Kevin & Rupal, Jeff, Michele, Leona, Kim & John, Jerry, Kevin, Rosa, Diane, Marie, Mari Carmen, Frankie, Darren, Jodi, Richard, Carol, Teddy, Marta, Michelle… Thank you for challenging me, enlightening me, and celebrating with me. Namaste to you all.
102 Degrees
It’s 102 in Portland right now, and it feels like my brain cells are sweating out of my pores. Lovely image, right?
Everything today feels surreal, like a film stuck in slow-motion. I may as well have moved to Phoenix — what’s another 10 degrees once it’s over 100? Hot is hot.
