The Mail Carrier Loves Me

And I love you (and her and even the pope, even though I'm giving him a nope)

It’s an I love you kind of day. Check out

seamus gilkey

and my conversation for a cool example of why “Checking your assumptions” can lead to more happiness and less suffering. You can read our dialogue here.

Also check out

sharon calvert

because she is writing some spiritually uplifting fiction and we all need that! If you vibe Lemura/Mu you will especially resonate.

sharon calvert

impromptu gave me a free card reading yesterday and WOW was it spot on! They were all Divine Mother themed cards - the Fierce, The Butterfly and The Turquoise Lotus Mother.

Letting go of old patterns where the lesson has been learned seems to be a trend for this season, too. How about you? Are you feeling led to simply step away from old ways of showing up? Or giving yourself compassion in a way that allows something old to move through your system and release you from its grip when you no longer grip it as a story you need to either keep at all or at least one you don’t need to keep replaying in the background as if it isn’t finished?

Walking down the street near the park to meet my husband for coffee, I see Alisha the mail carrier. I’ve written about her before in my post Saving Stumps, and I think one later where I relayed the story of how she shared about making bracelets with her dad who has alzheimers and how we bonded talking about how the true raison deter of life is for love to love itself through our individuated aspects of God/Source/The All That Is.

I wave to Alisha.

“Hi Aleeceeiaa” she says. After knowing each other a while now, we both know the correct pronunciation of our very similar names and it’s a cute thing. Her energy is great, but when I ask her how she’s doing, she tells me, “I’m hanging in there.”

“I’m gonna send you some joy vibes,” I say, doing a little ballet leap and an arm sweep of goodwill and sending the love-joy vibes her way.

“I love you Alicia”

I said it to her back.

And in the garden I met my husband. He came bearing a little white bag with a pan au chocolate and a pumpkin scone - oh and a dirty chai to share. I told him the story. And I vented to him about a few things bugging me. Like how The Catholic Church should just stop talking ex cathedra since it has repeatedly been morally, ethically and factually in error, and yet it continues to justify its sins as simply representative of the times or blames others on misinterpreting their bullshit when the religious sanction to domination in various horrifying guises is apparent to any intelligent person. And there are the ways the church covertly seems to work with power players that concerns me, especially since the Pope just met with representatives of someone connected to the PLO and a former IDF soldier. Peace runs deep within me as a prayer for all beings and for this world, which I believe we are here not to escape, but to help emerge into a heavenly reality. Yes, we won’t always incarnate here, but this world of distortion was not the original design for Sophia Gaia. On a buddhist retreat I attended as the only non-Buddhist, Guru Rinpoche asserted that originally this planet was a Pure Land, and that it was infiltrated by beings from other dimensions, that brought with them distortions. This resonated with me. She also believes in ETs and that there are “Buddhist ETs” and that ultimately the path of Truth predates Buddhism itself.

I’m also aware that not all who say peace, peace mean it in the way that I do - as in namaste let us live in reverence toward the sacredness of all life and may all beings be truly happy, safe, free, well and fully enlightened.

The birds are singing. There is a woodpecker on the bough of a large bush, pecking and swinging. A chipmunk darts out. The animals seem to notice me less lately. Earlier, two birds swooped very closely over my head as if I wasn’t there. It was a swoosh of exhilarated wonder and gratitude for life, just as it is.

I love you.

Joy is after you! It wants to find you.

As Lee Harris said, “Joy is 8 times stronger than fear.”

What nurtures your joy?

Don’t let it become dull. And don’t let those Dulles men take it away or co-opt it in anyway.

Of Avery Dulles:

(Avery) Dulles attended Harvard Law School after graduation, though he left halfway through his second year to enlist in the U.S. Navy. While in law school, he also co-founded the Saint Benedict Center, a Catholic student center adjacent to Harvard that would later be run by the Rev. Leonard Feeney. While stationed in Naples during World War II, Dulles contracted polio, the effects of which he would struggle with again later in life

https://www.americamagazine.org/arts-culture/2024/10/15/cbc-column-avery-dulles-249038