Is there a way to succeed at being human when we feel so ordinary, lost in the crowd, hypnotized by fame and the media?  To live a common life in an uncommon manner–what does that look like?

Living with integrity–true to myself–is a practice, what with my mind constantly teasing me with comparisons and “less than”.  it is a helpful organ, my thoughts, but it is trained from eons of measuring danger, competing for survival and maneuvering along the path.  I finally accept that Oprah probably won’t ask me to be on her show–now that it is cancelled.  Dreams of accolades for foggy accomplishments fade.

Today my prayer is to be in my body as I show up for my job, answer the phone, reply to emails, make little plans for the weekend.  The roast is in the crockpot and the cats are fed.  I will send encouragement to my brother and chat with a friend. 

Sweet One, see me as one of your perfect violets, brilliant in spring for as long as I raise my petals to Your Light.