Everywhere I turn lately, I am reading an article or hearing someone talk about change. It seems inevitable...change is inevitable...that we begin to more than question what is happening in our world and start doing something about it. It may be that we are compelled to become very large in creating change loudly and on a global scale. Or it may be that we feel that changing our own life is large enough a task to settle upon.

Ghandi said that we must be the change we wish to see in the world. I understand that statement much better today than I did one month ago. If you have been following the articles I have written for verbalremedies.com, you'll remember that the last article spoke about my intention to take action. That was written at the end of April. It is now the end of June and I have learned how powerful intention is.

I recently made a decision to take care of myself as well as, and better than, I take care of others. I also decided to drop my stories as they had begun to truly bore the heck out of me. Someone once told me that to create a change of scenery, if I had been used to turning right when I leave my house, take a left instead. I'm actively using that metaphor for any situation that comes up and brings with it some kind of feeling of discomfort.

For instance...after a humongous disappointment as to how I had hoped or planned my life to be, it was my pattern to crawl into my safe place of some sort of self-pity (cleverly disguised as the powerful statement "see I told you so"). One month ago I experienced one such disappointment and after spending one evening in a "see I told you so" meltdown, a very new thing happened. I turned left and joined a yoga studio. I decided to believe in myself and to nurture myself in the way that I had been nurturing the person who had just been the sand in the oyster of my discontent.

That was a Tuesday. The following Tuesday I was offered a new living situation that allowed me to move into a house the following Tuesday. The following Tuesday I talked with the CEO of AmazingMail.com, setting up an appointment for the following Tuesday where that amazing male offered me the opportunity to send Verbal Remedies postcards from this website, setting me off with new energy to create this new and brimming over with possibilitiies version of verbalremedies.com.

Which brings me to Tuesday, June 21st and the Solstice. I'd had a story that I couldn't access my spirit, that I was too caught up in something or other to be able to make a connection. I was in yoga class when I suddenly realized that I am my spirit. The instructor made a comment about the body being a vessel for spirit, which made me think of my beautiful Briard, Fou, who died 2 years ago. My daughter Paige and I, with the assistance of Laurel, our wonderful vet, held Fou as she left her body. As soon as her spirit left her body it changed. It was no longer Fou, but a shell of Fou. It was her spirit that was Fou and not the body.

It was a moment of ah-ha as I thought of that during yoga class. We are always connected to our spirit. We cannot be otherwise. We can pretend otherwise, thus making it true for our experience.

So...Tuesday seemed to be my new "magic day" until I realized last week that most days something magic is happening, with maybe a day of rest thrown in now. Still, I'm guessing that magic goes on while I take a big breath and get ready to notice it again.