Love is my Religion

Thought I had on the way to work.

Before every decision, every action, one must consider how to do it with the greatest Love.

This has the potential to really get me back on track. Back to vegetarianism. Back to biking to work, to FULL daily yoga sessions. Back to unending patience, I've gotten a little caught up in the energy of the world. World energy, or more appropriately, rat-race energy is tornadic. Just focusing on paying bills has been draining! I am working through my money-fear issues. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. If I can relate it all to love, which is my primary focus, then I think that will work out better.

On my Facebook, I list my Religious Views as "Love." I never cared what people thought of this until recently, when I started to wonder what some of my spiritual friends would think. I have Christian friends, Wiccan friends, Buddhist friends, Hindu friends, Heathen friends, and they all know I agree with their personal religious choices. Why am I not identifying myself with a group, then? At the risk of sounding "indecisive," I feel that I fall into too many camps to say "I am all Pagan" or "I am all Christian" or "I am all Hindu". I'm sure everyone feels that way, and I guess I could say eclectic, but even the theme of my personal spirituality doesn't fit into a specific religious paradigm often enough for me to feel comfortable telling someone "I AM THIS...mostly." So when I really thought about it, thought about why I do what I do spiritually, what makes me flow through life, what I believe in, the highest good, the resounding answer was Love. And I hadn't even heard the Ziggy Marley song at that time.

Might As Well...

Everyone has a blog, everyone's an expert. I might as well jump on the bandwagon; at least I like what I have to say...

Last weekend Kim, one of the midwives teaching doula classes, discussed some literature she'd read about pain as a manifestation of negative emotions rather than physical injury. I'm very aware of the psychosomatic effects of stress; I was medicated for a while in order to reclaim my body. But this isn't just about stress. It's about anger, sadness, resentment. She said "Now, anytime I feel an ache I think 'What am I mad about?'" Right now I feel like there's a spur in my heel. I've spent the past week worrying about bone spurs. Why? No reason. I'm just hoping I haven't manifested one. So...I wonder who I'm pissed at...

For the first time since graduating from college, I am busy this week. Seriously, folks, try being a single childless twenty-something with an 8-5 job, very few friends in town, and not enough expendable money to see your out-of-town friends. I miss the busy times. But they're back! In the next week I have to:

1) Reteach myself to play three classical piano pieces of . I'm playing for a church on Sunday. I enjoy pretending I can play the organ. These people seriously haven't caught on. Fantastic!

2) Reinforce the stitches on a baby sling I made for a silent auction. Hey, everyone! Buy a baby sling from me!!!

3) Type up descriptions of items for the auction mentioned above.

4) Complete an online chem lab for a relative. What?! I never cheated in my life! I'm just doing her homework. I enjoy chemistry and nurses in a clinical setting don't really need to know the exact composition of a hydrate, so my conscience is clear.

5) Make six dozen cookies. Two are for a play on Friday, four for a wedding on Saturday. I also have to decorate the four dozen cookies. While all of you are watching TV or playing with your babies, I will be baking on Thursday night.

6) Attend and clean up at "BIRTH" on Friday night. This is a play happening in Little Rock at 7 p.m. at UALR. I'm supposed to get the world to go, so World, go.

7) Reestablish my exercise routine. I haven't had one of those since college! I've only gained about 5 pounds and an inch and a half on my waistline, but I feel like poop. We'll see how this running business goes. I hope I don't have a bone spur...