Continuing my argument that the Year 2016 was not all bad, I give you Week Two.
A year ago this week I wrote:
“It doesn’t matter how the lightbulb comes on; it’s what I do in the light that matters.”
A year ago this week I was asked to name the things I consider sacred. I listed:
- Ease of flow
- Lightening enlightenment (as in, bolt of lightening)
- Time management in the interest of stoking the soul
- Feminine Divinity
A year ago this week I was asked to describe how I felt when I woke up in the morning. I answered during Morning Prayers:
- Joyful for the process of supporting preparedness
- In love withe Me
I stopped at withe because this did not feel like a typo, though I did not think withe was a real word. I didn’t cross it out or correct it. I went to check on it. Oh glob. Withe is a word. And what a word it is.
I woke that morning binding love to Me. With tough, supple, flexible cord love was bound to Me. Love had bound me to Her. Love and I were a basket woven together in the shape of a woman. Not a bad way to start the day, eh? I was intuitive in 2016.
A year ago this week I wrote a gratitude list:
comfortable home; so shabby and in need of renovation but it is warm and safe and conducive to a writer’s comfort
supportive husband; he lets me be me
low-cost outlets for expression; free blog
resilient body; she heals herself
I held a deeper gaze in 2016.
No, 2016 was not all bad. Wellness was practiced and manifested. Wisdom was gathered. Love was cultivated.
— Peesli Wally Wilco