Dakota

OOOPS. ADD strikes again (or something) - I attempted to post something brilliant here, and it disappeared! I think I hit "preview" ,then closed it, and poof! If it reappears again, you can compare and contrast the 2 versions.

What I wanted to say is: I love the cookies; they have *hips*, so they are obviously girl (grrrrl?) cookies. And I love the story of the gingerbread man, running for his life to avoid being eaten. Why not a gingerbread woman (see THE EDIBLE WOMAN by Margaret Atwood)?

Never doubt your influence. Yesterday your poem moved me to tears: yes; all the waiting for that which never happens. (I am attempting to reconstruct my "lost post" - bear with me!). The phantom "pregnancies", novels that got lost, never got written, or got written but never got published (A SINGING TREE, my most cherished creation, dead in the water; NeWest turned it down, and I found out the day I got the news about the 500 copies. This is after, literally, 65 rejections, so we simply have to put that one aside and move on.) I am not a good waiter and want my gratification N-O-W. And I am beginning to see I have set up my life in such a way that it restricts my passion for living - a safe, little life! Yet I am not a safe little person. How to resolve this?

On the Gabor front, we have agreed to meet again, in a couple of weeks when the dust settles for me (I will be damned if I talk with him when I am feeling depressed or out of balance - I need to come from a position of strength, to avoid being steamrolled). I have a feeling he is going to challenge some of my most cherished views, which is maybe a good thing, as some of those views, particularly the more self-hating/self-limiting ones about myself, have got to go. He is in my life for a reason, and I am about to find out what it is.

So I will keep you posted. Perhaps this will happen during Holy Week? My march to the cross! We shall break bread together (hot cross buns?) on our knees (or in Starbuck's, like last time), and I shall come away with my applecart upset, a few apples short of a load, perhaps. Or with a burden lessened? Stay tuned.

We lost the first one, but you did succeed in posting something brilliant: again.

Ah, a Gabor plan materializes. Here you are pushing the boundaries of "safe little lifedom". Great! Just throw him off the apple track by starting with the hot cross buns.

In the meantime, while you're in training for the meet, work on making every single minute wonderful. (This is Esther Hicks Direct) Do whatever you have to do to feel slightly better in the moment, one one small increment at a time. If that involves watching old movies, petting your cat (that's from Esther, I'm sooooo allergic), getting mad (but don't stay there), bantering with G in your imagination, or pleasing your eye, do it.

It probably shouldn't involve food or spending money since you might not feel that great afterwards, but then again you might. I might not.

Do whatever you have to do to get yourself into (forgive me, I am a child of the 60s)a good vibration. Then stay curious and excited about what will happen next.

Margaret, we are all curious and excited about what will happen next for you. Join us please.