Am I lonely? No. I’m alone, all-one, in communion with the divine love/light that fills and fuels all beings.
Now, what prompts me to write this particular post:
I’ve been seeing lots more folks wearing masks lately. What’s goin’ on?
The contrast between my own life style at nearly 83 years old, and that of most others seems to be increasing as time goes on.
I have more mental and physical energy than most people in their 50s.
My body does not fall, it easily and naturally self-corrects with any stumble.
How is this possible?
It’s possible because I realize that the body is primary. Unless I can maintain my physical vitality, I will be unable to respond to what the world needs from me now. The alternative is to be continuously dragged down by my body, parasitic upon others.
My evolving approach to continued vitality has a number of facets:
- I follow my “physical culture” priority: (two hours per day: one hour fast walk, plus yoga, chi kung, tai chi; in early morning I also bounce on porch trampoline 100 times and lift 5 pound weights). Plus one hour nap each day.
- I drink my homemade chai tea elixir (actually coffee at this point, tiny splash in the first homemade chai elixir of the day), all day long, a practice I was guided internally to begin in late 2019, to fortify my immune system just prior to the scamdemic igniting its viral F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) over the whole world.
- For over a year now I’ve been doing intermittent fasting (18/6: both meals within a six hour period), and make protein a priority (at this age, I need to continuously not only maintain muscle but build muscle). Above all, no processed food; fresh veggies with each meal and a bit of fruit daily.
- Internal work: I continuously attempt to notice when I’m fearful, or judging, or attempting to control. Notice: that is, be aware of what my trickster unconscious is attempting to project now so that it may begin to dissolve.
- All this, plus, my spiritual practice daily: on my walks, every time puppy Scampi and I begin to pass another , he acts as ambassador to love. Whoever it is (usually a young IU student), he or she is usually (and I mean 90% of the time) either looking down at the phone or clutching it, about to check again. So in the act of looking down, joyful, vibrant Scampi comes inadvertently into view — eliciting a smile, or grin, or at the very least, and this might be most telling, their face momentarily takes on a faraway look, vulnerable, a look back to childhood, when their own sweet, loving dog was a part of their life. And then, they cannot help themselves, their eyes swoop up, lock in to my eyes, there to greet them, momentarily, soul to soul.
Our fleeting communion lifts the heart, energizes us both.
In other words, my work, at nearly 83 years old, is tiny, precise, homeopathic.
