maybe what's in the way actually is the way part I

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Last night I was driving down the parkway totally lost in my own thoughts

when a toll collector jolted me back into my body by asking, "well, what am I supposed to do with this?" - when instead of the change I should have pulled from my bag (we haven't found our ezpass since vacation), I handed him my eyeglasses.

There was also the incident some time ago when I tried to open the front door to my house with my car keys

(not by trying to put the key into the lock, but by standing in front of the door clicking the open button - note to some genius out there - you really need to make this happen).

The mind's capacity is finite (soul=infinite, mind=not so much) - maybe like our laptops it can only hold so much information.

I don't really want to be so absentminded, but if my mind needs to create some space for the really important stuff by letting go of some minutiae then I am ok with this.

(I find it best to be ok with things I have no choice about anyway)

The quality of our life is determined by what we pay attention to after all.

This kind of relates to what I wanted to blog about (in the way that everything relates to everything) which is so many people feeling strongly drawn to following our passion

(even when we do not know exactly what this is - we usually know what it isn't - contrast is a great teacher and I'm pretty certain a big part of what we are here for)

quitting our day jobs, working from our hearts, doing work that provides value to others, etc and how this is impacted by this shift we are living through.

This shift includes the dismantling of our safety nets (not in an every man for himself kind of way, but more about how things fall apart so things can come together) - we are not meant to be fighting the current here, we need to be all about moving down river right now.

There is alot of talk about people losing their jobs, but not so much talk about the people who kept theirs. 

People who are in the same place they used to be while the entire landscape is shifting around them- maybe they are feeling like they want to be somewhere else (there is only so much doing more with less people in companies can do after all) but like the gangster who finds himself saddled with cement shoes (although things are not nearly so dire believe me) they are stuck - by the insurance, by the money - they need their job.

Now, I am a student of a Course in Miracles and a believer that you cannot be on the wrong road - you can definitely be on a long road though. God, your Soul, your Higher Self - whatever is most comfortable for you to insert here - isn't pushing us or pulling us along - it is calling to us.

One way to know if we are on one of these long roads is tension. That silver cord or consciousness thread that connects our soul to our body is a very real thing. When we are close to our soul, on the best path for us we have a feeling of satisfaction - we are in ac-cord, the cord and our bodies are relaxed. When we are taking the long way, like Olive pulling on her leash (she becomes like a hundred pound rottweiler when she doesn't want to go somewhere - she leaves me worn out and totally amazed by her awesomeness) - we feel the tension on our cord and in our bodies - we are getting too far away from our soul path - we are is dis-cord.

Anyhoo, back to our peeps with the jobs - and this applies to the space in each of our lives where we feel 'stuck' - the place we stand in our cement shoes - maybe what looks like it's in the way, actually is the way ...

Next up - maybe what's in the way actually is the way part II - the why behind the what

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accessing that big vein in our necks ..... without any sharp objects although toxic odors and permanently stained fingers may be required

 "Listen to the sound of the waves within you -

you are dreaming your thirst,

when the water you want is inside the big vein in your neck." - Rumi

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When I was a little girl, a hippie cousin a few years older than me introduced me to Rumi - the 13th century Persian poet and Sufi mystic.

Charlene spent part of a summer at our house sneaking visits with the boyfriend her parents had forbidden her to see while my mother pretended to look the other way.

I spent that summer obsessed with Rumi and my new colorful, thick permanent markers that left my fingers stained for weeks - making posters that read stuff like - "let what you love be what you do" and "what you seek is seeking you".

 (almost everything ever worth saying was said by Rumi seven hundred years ago)

I started 4th grade a totally different person. No one noticed.

I want to dedicate another summer to Rumi (and yes, I'm buying some poster board and colorful thick markers - I might buy the washable ones, but if they don't have that same toxic marker smell and I don't think they do - I might have to buy the old school kind and just work on the front porch) and since this a business blog (sort of) I have looked to see what Rumi has to say about 'work'

(although everything Rumi says applies to everything, but just so we have a kind of jumping off point).

"Everyone has been made for some particular work

and the desire for that work has been put in every heart."- Rumi

Let's start with this. It feels kind of like summer to me (and yes, I realize I am rushing things a bit - it is still spring in some parts of the world, although it is like 40 degrees in the shade here right now) - but it feels like the heartfelt work of summer to me. 

The best thing about being an artist now is that we do not have to wait for someone to hire us before we can get to work - we are not waiting to be picked anymore - not waiting to be discovered - we are done waiting.

Part 1 this week - vocations and avocations since the shift

"If you are irritated by every rub - how will your mirror be polished?" - Rumi

(just remembering how I irritated the sh*t out of my mother with this one everytime she complained about the heat that summer)

also this week we have to talk about the new moon / solar eclipse in Taurus -  this one is about security and self worth and anarchy and buried treasure - what a week!

maybe life is just an endless quest without knowing what our quest is ...

I have been advised by hubs

(yes, more than once)

that the cereal dust at the bottom of the box is not a good enough dinner for us.

And I would agree that it probably lacks vitamins and minerals

(unless some of the stuff the cereal company has sprayed onto the raisin bran in the raisin bran factory has managed to dislodge itself from the plastic bag and glob onto the crumbs on their way into our mouths)

But faced with the possibility of face-planting myself on a hot stove - it's all I have the energy for.

I know you are thinking, but Cat, you just had a vacation remember, a beach vacation with sun and fun and a freakin' GOLF CART - you have only been back from vacation for exactly 22 seconds, so why all the whining ...

(and if you are thinking this, you probably do not know me as well as you think you do)

I have no explanation.

I am going to take a catnap and try to put some sensible words together tonight (as well as possibly a dinner that does not include sugar coated raisins).

In the meantime I will admit I stole my title from this insanely intelligent 9 year old boy - if you missed this somehow it is certainly better than anything I could say right now and definitely worth a listen.