Nag Champa incense is the scent of my authentic self. I didn’t realize this until Marianne’s beautiful package arrived from Sonoma. This mama is an incredible gifter. I’m so floored by this stuff I can’t believe it. And it all smells like the Nag Champa she included:) This is the secent of my mom, of my first apartment, of dating Bu and sex and stoned immaculate moon-eyed wild new love. I have been in a radically different mindset since her package arrived. Also included is an adorable little tin with homeopathic stress gummies! These little darlings are wicked- seriously, they are rocking my crazy parts like a swaddled baby. I’ll post photos soon of the three of us in our compliments-of-Busha-hats:) Molly and me have hats she knitted for us and Bu has one from Nepal. Bu loves Nepal. His fascination with the region is partly why he’s my Buddha. (Again, it’s not about the belly.)
Along with general creative mojo flowing with my moony time, my gratitude and humongous love for Marianne has inspired new art, even! She’ll get the first print and then I’ll officially birth my new Etsy shop. I feel so good today, anbd it’s been ages since I’ve been able to really feel that inside out. I’m happy when the tinkly laughter of a certain pixie princess falls on my ears or the little Birdy says her tiny precious words, but my overall mood and frame of mind has been tight, knotted, tensed anxiety.
I’m thinking a lot about my Authentic Self. (Laura mentioned a book recently about this, too, so maybe there’s a vibe about this floating around.) My feeling is that all unhappiness (well, in my life) stems from doing things that are in disharmony with my real core self. Zoning out with TV or DVD’s instead of sketching, eating cheesy greasy food instead of fresh veggies, blah blah blah ad infinitum.
So I will make some changes in how I spend my time and attention. Focus determines reality, and all that jazz. All hail Yoda.
Now I have to actually DO it, though. I’ve written that same post like 500 times, yeh?