So where are we this morning, friends? It’s Friday morning, the last day of the work week. Have we resolved our problems of the week? Are we ready to sit back and relax this weekend, to celebrate? Or work, on our houses, on our homes? Or maybe, you work on weekends, and already had your weekend earlier this week? If so, I hope it was wonderful.

This morning, I am up. The gongs maybe, probably, a big part of that. To come to some resolution of those emotions that dog me, follow me, pop up unbeckoned, unwanted. To embrace them, and acknowledge their importance in my life, wishing them love and light, and moving on to the next thought, is a relief.

I hope I can continue doing this.

I was talking to Linda last night about my gong experience. She is such a loving soul, like me, more than me, she studies A Course in Miracles. She gets in a very deep way my need to love people, no matter what they have done to me. Knowing that anything but love is a projection of fear on their part. I told her about my struggle. She said, “Florida will be so good for you. The distance will help you with this. I know that you’re still a phone call away, but the distance will be good.”

I hope the others who were part of the trauma, the ugliness, the pain are doing well, I hope they have come to their own resolutions about it, their own way through that darkness. I wish them well. I have to be true and consistent to my belief that if I profess to believe in unconditional love, that I don’t get to pick and choose who I offer it to. Thus is the “unconditional” part of it. It extends to them also, always. I have to remember that those who would least appear to deserve it, need it the most. And anyway, we all deserve it.

I know I have spewed venom about some of it, here, and privately. That’s what I have let go of. I know that the ugliness directed at me, the unhappiness that was given to me, was only a projection of other’s fear. I send back love, and hope it eases their fear. I’ll put my flash-temper in check, and remember who I want to be, and let that person out. At least, that’s my intention. I hope I can do it. I’m sick of being angry and allowing others to make me that way.  Like Marianne Williamson says, pray for those that betray you. 

The weekend will be busy. Getting my house as clean as it’s ever been, for the pictures to be taken Monday. The listing will go live 24 hours later. My friends Peter and Linda gave me a statue of St. Joseph and a red cloth last night to wrap him in, to bury in my front yard. Everyone swears by this custom for a quick sale of their home. Peter and Linda had a house that they had tried to sell for about 4 years. It was a nice home, unusual, but very nice. They buried St. Joseph and sold it days later.

So I hope that the weekend is productive for me, and my son, who has some work to finish in his space.

The weather looks lovely, like close to 70°F on the weekend. I am feeling on the edge of wonderful things happening.

Love and light, everyone.