My Favorite People — Not All Are Virtual
I smile as I read. Or sometimes I hold my breath. Or cry a bit. There have been times when I feel they have crystal balls scrying My Life. Or Tarot Cards revealing My Past.
So many offer such great wisdom on how to survive this place — Life On Planet Earth this go round. I am forever grateful to them. Others share Their Pain, Their Joy, Their Hard Lessons Learned, and all the bits and pieces which Are Their Soul.
When I started writing on Medium nearly two years ago — my purpose was to leave a bit of Myself behind for My kids and granddaughters to know. But it has become so much more than that particular experiment.
I have made friends of My Shadows and unpacked so much of My Baggage along the way, it feels as though I am a completely different Human.
I have begun to listen to The Universe — not only to type it all down and share Her Wisdom here but to also apply it IRL. Making My Life so much less — less filled with shit I don’t need/want/can’t serve me and with the same stroke making My Life so much more — more filled with peace/love/joy.
And the surprise of surprises! The other souls here on Medium with me. Fellow Travelers. I have had the great good fortune to meet a couple in person and give them a warm embrace. But there are so many many more here! People whose writing I read — My Spiritual Guides, My Beloved Poets, The People Who Keep It Real, The Comics, The Keepers Of The Past. The Changers Of The Futures. All. The. Things.
They are here. When I see they have published a new piece — I smile.
When I see their name as a clap or a response to one of my pieces — I smile.
I’m grateful for this place, these people, this opportunity to do this thing. This thing I never thought I could/would do.
Namaste.
