Time to start up the blog again.  I grew up listening to my parent’s music, and Peter, Paul and Mary were some of my favorites.  I recently bought a Peter, Paul and Mary album on iTunes, and it’s wonderful.  For many years, I have had a pretty strong emotional reaction to “Puff the Magic Dragon”.  It’s the line “a dragon lives forever, but not so little boys…”  Today, it struck me, that I can feel around here a bit and probably uncover something.  Quite obviously it has something to do with fear of growing up.  That is not a new concept for me, but there is more to it.  It’s a separation thing.  “Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave.”  I never believed in lifelong friends.  I could do it myself, and I could do it better.  That belief does not serve me.  Can’t beat it away with a hammer.  Can’t use dynamite.  Gotta let is slide off like a rotten mushroom.  Like water off a duck’s back.  Like hot fudge on mint chip ice cream.  Easy.

IN other news, I’ve recently been advised to treat my body as a temple.  Which I am enjoying playing with.   Hot baths and candles and broccoli and mac and cheese.  My body loves me.  I love it.  And with a little intention and focus, it’s fun to treat myself. Hot stone massage tomorrow!

Oh, and I think there’s another thing about Puff.  Part of my not growing up.  It’s because it says “not so little boys”.  I lived as a boy in my head for the first few years of my life.  I remember the day my mom told me I had to wear a shirt to go outside, and my brother didn’t have to.  And I decided that my life was now limited.  I really was a girl, and that sucked.

Here’s to the beliefs that are floating away today…that my life is limited…that I can do it better by myself…that my body is a garbage pail.

Hello abundance!  Hello cooperative creation!  Hello temple of myself.  Feels good.