Dear Pneuma,

What do you want from me?

Cobalt Dreams

Dear Pneuma,

Today has produced a great deal of anxiety.  I decide to let anxiety flow through me.  I  choose not to respond.  I will restraint from acting.  I sit still with it, and know it is wrong about the sure outcomes.  Anxiety produces no peace.  Worry does not lead to well-being.  Control is not a practice of compassion.

I ask for peace in my coworkers' hearts.
I ask for well-being in the houses of my friends.
I ask for compassion in my conversations.

Joy and Peace on You,
Cobalt Dreams

  

Dear Pneuma,

I intended a rant today, but I find I cannot. I asked for some help, and I got it. A little book called The Color Code helped me communicate some needs, and I was finally able to put words to a restlessness and discord that has been messing with my inner ear. Last, the All Wise finally spoke up and gave me an indication of where I can best serve. So, no rant. All is very well today. Here are the things I did that released the log jam:

1. Admitted I was having problems with depression, anxiety and anger-management.

2. Admitted weakness to the Divine and asked for help; I submitted myself to the "will" of the All Wise.

3. Took a risk and named a source of my dissatisfaction: my relationship with My Beloved.

4. Let My Beloved know I was having problems

a. I shared the rationale for some of my behaviors and took responsibility for them

b. I had faith that (believed that) My Beloved would hear me.

5. Went to the library and checked out 6 different books on subjects related to (in my case) relationships and life change.

6. Read the books, and shared relevant bits with My Beloved.

a. This was true sharing, which means I stayed open to My Beloved's concerns and

b. Committed to change my actions and attitudes where necessary

c. My Beloved heard my concerns and

d. Committed to change actions and attitudes where necessary

7. Chose to believe that certain "coincidences" over the last week add up to a very strong message to take a very simple action in service to the All Wise.

So there it is: my formula for dissolving clogs and getting life juice to flow.

Peace and Joy be yours,

Cobalt Dreams

Dear Pneuma,

I just read an interesting suggestion for figuring out "what I want to be when I grow up." Write my obituary. The suggestion is to write down what I want people to remember and know about me as a way to get in touch with what really matters to me. I think I will try it. I will let you know how it turns out.

Yours,

Cobalt Dreams

P.S. This note is just fair warning so you won't freak out that I may be suicidal or something if I send you "My Obituary." I know you worry.