Chronicles of Cammy My Fool's Journey and Travelogue

It is this blog’s intention to provide enjoyment and fun to it’s readers. I’m not really into bitching and moaning unless I can find some humor in there someplace. I’ll save the B and the M for my private journal. And you probably will not find many deep thoughts, either.

However, a little background in very few words:
My playmate and partner, Mr. Al, decided to march through Death’s Door on a late summer afternoon three years ago. He stayed there long enough for me to appreciate the fragility of life on this planet. It’s taken him (and me, if you must know) these three years to recover. Plus, Al brought home some souvenirs from that journey that monkey with him from time to time.

But he’s here and I’m here and we’ve got a lot of playing to do.

It really wasn’t until yesterday that I discovered that I’d misunderstood the complete lesson of that experience. As Al got stronger and stronger, we became more and more focussed on “doing it all” at 100 miles per hour…binging–no, gorging– on the glorious buffet that our life experiences offered without pause, contemplation or reflection. A bit frantic we were, because we knew that time could run out at any minute. “What is this? Hurry! We must try this! What is that? Hurry! We must try that!” was our battle cry.

But yesterday, I took pause. I had the great pleasure of a conversation with a very wise healer; a fellow Soul Memory Discovery facilitator who had brought forth a new healing modality. She had offered her services through the Soul Memory google group and I took her up on it. It was fabulous and fun with lots of energy streaming through me, and I am such an energy junkie. Right up my ally.

And now we shall dispense with the “we.”. This is about me. What did I learn?

As all great lessons, it was very simple.

I was thinking too much and not LISTENING to what my inner Wise Woman was saying to me. She was telling me to Just. Chill. Out.

It’s not about doing it all. It’s about appreciating it all. All of it, wherever I may find myself.

But there is one thing that I’m still not appreciating:

Is anyone else out there really tired of seeing the models in fashion magazines posing with their mouths hanging limply? Is that supposed to be sexy?

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