February 4th, 2010:  It’s good to feel good!

I have to remind myself that having my #1 priority is an okay thing.  In fact, it’s more that okay, it’s the prerequisite to getting everything I want.   And, well, not to mention that I’ve wanted to feel good consistently all my life.   

So, now that I’ve had I taste of  that feeling of freedom, emotional and spiritual freedom, I want it forevermore.  It’s simply better that any high one could achieve and it’s free and it is our birthright.

On my spiritual journey over the past 35 years or so, I’ve heard that we have come here to remember who we truly are.  I believe I’m remembering because the feelings of freedom I’ve had have been so emotionally powerful that it resonates with something beyond my physical self. 

In the remembering, when I’m in that space, I absolutely know that I’m held in the arms of my Creative Source and that Creative Source runs through me and all is definitely well.

So when I’m not in that space it’s becoming more important for me to get back to what feels so deliciously wonderful for as long as I can before I’m thrown out again by irritation or disappointment.  I’m becoming more sure of my ability to be able to get back into that all-is-well space.

When I’m feeling free I’m taking in life as if I’m on a thrilling skateboard ride.  Easy does it but there’s a gusto and a movement and of course I’m in a park and Dudie (bff dog) is running happily by my side.  If I hit a bump and fall off, I’m learning to get back on and hopefully my times riding will be longer than on the ground.

One lastest Oprah note…I applied again for 7 dates in March and was turned down 5 hours later at 2:13 a.m.  Those people!  Maybe it’s just this Oprah robot.  So, I will not be denied!  I went on the website today and applied for last minute reservations for February 11th, a date for which I was first turned down.  So, if I get this reservation for February 11th I should actually get a phone call from a live Oprah person.  I think I can be cool but what if I mess myself??

With Love, Connie