Monthly Archives: August 2009

The Final Third

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I’ve been working in threes recently… it’s unintentional, but everything seems to divide nicely into thirds. The memoir I’m writing has developed into three sections, the marketing system I’m creating is a three-part process, and today I am considering the last four months of this year, the final third.

There are also three commitments that I’ve made, things I want to accomplish by December 31, 2009 and I’ll share them here to kick the accountability up a notch.
1. Complete a full first draft of my memoir – part one is mostly finished, two and three, not so much…
2. Remember the Spanish I’ve forgotten over the years and reach a comfortable fluency. I would love to be able to offer coaching services in both English and Spanish next year.
3. Grow my business to reach the monthly income goal I’ve held for some time now. This is absolutely possible in the next four months.

I don’t know much about numerology, but I always find it interesting to see what certain numbers symbolize when they consistently show up in my life. Here’s some cool stuff I found on http://www.crystalinks.com/numerology2.html about the number Three:

    Three (3)

The third dimension – we do things in threes so they will manifest in our physical realm.

It’s roots stem from the meaning of multiplicity. Creative power; growth. Three is a moving forward of energy, overcoming duality, expression, manifestation and synthesis. Pythagorean three means completion.

Good! So here we go, into the final third…

God and the G-Spot

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One of my favorites by Ellen Bass…

God and the G-Spot

He didn’t want to believe. He wanted to know.

~ Ann Druyan, Carl Sagan’s wife, on why he didn’t believe in God

I want to know too. Belief and disbelief

are a pair of tourists standing on swollen feet

in the Prado–I don’t like it.

I do.–before the Picasso.

Or the tattoo artist with a silver stud

in her full red executive lips,

who, as she inked in the indigo blue, said,

I think the G-spot’s one of those myths

men use to make us feel inferior.

God, the G-spot, falling in love. The earth round

and spinning, the galaxies speeding

in the glib flow of the Hubble expansion.

I’m an East Coast Jew. We all have our opinions.

But it was in the cabin at La Selva Beach

where I gave her the thirty tiny red glass hearts

I’d taken back from my husband when I left.

He’d never believed in them. She, though, scooped

them up like water, let them drip through her fingers

like someone who has so much she can afford to waste.

That’s the day she reached inside me

for something I didn’t think I had.

And like pulling a fat shining trout from the river

she pulled the river out of me. That’s

the way I want to know God.