So they say that “reality” is a holographic manifestation of my beliefs.  Damn I’m good.  Since I’ve been a kid somehow I realized this, but am still a bit frustrated at the “how the heck it works.”  And what’s the secret to really manifesting a life of dreams.

A life where I wake up buzzed on the thought of putting my life’s purpose into action.  Where my home is luxurious and clean.  I eat in freedom from ramifications of a warm sticky cinnamon bun crashing my mind and body into a stupor for hours.  Ok, well, all those words supposedly are the seeds of which my life is built.  But there are these days where I feel like I’m walking through a carnival without a map.

For some reason I chose a life that mesmerizes me with doubt, worry, insecurity and even despair.  Perhaps this is a graduate school of experience and I’m in an intensive program.  Today maybe I’ll just dive into the books, watch for signs around me that love is the stuff of “reality.” 

No matter what illusion in front of me may tempt me to feel, I am rooted in the stuff of compassion and kindness; I breathe the fragrant scent of Her perfume; and every move I make is a dance dedicated to the One I love.