When someone broke into our house about a month ago, I took a zen approach to the situation, instead of letting it break me. The blessing is that we weren't home when it happened. The blessing was that our apartment was not ransacked, and emptied out. The blessing was that our cats were not harmed. The blessing was that the person -- and not people, thank god -- was not smart enough to go beyond a block radius, and robbed our home and three others next to ours that are all connected by an alleyway, within a few days of each other. The blessing is that because of this, and the manner it was done, he will be easy to locate. Our things that were taken...? Something within me tells me they are not far, and will be returned. I don't care how, I just know that it will be done. I've let go, and I've let God.
Not having my laptop in my house has caused a bit of an inconvenience, but it hasn't stopped me nor slowed me down. The blessing of not having it around is that I'm not glued to it, and I'm forced to be more active. I've gotten back into my spirit, and bringing to existence my heart's desire. New people have entered my life, bringing new opportunities for growth and abundance. I'm more open to giving, and fears, doubts and worries are washing away. The life I've wanted I see so clearly in front of me. I'm floating high above the clouds...
My husband's Anti-Bling campaign in on the rise, and I'm getting a lot more buzz from writers, directors and casting directors regarding gigs. We're both revamping things in our lives, and come this fall, it'll definitely be harvest season. Shedding the old to bring in the new.
"Ain't nobody gonna break my stride..."
NAMASTE
