I am Available.

Fall in Connecticut is  stunningly beautiful! The leaves are changing and falling. There is a crispness in the air, although at the moment it is quite warm. I am in my element...Tis the season of shedding the old and making room for the new.

I find myself saying with great confidence I AM AVAILABLE! I am available spiritually, physically, mentally. Come glad tidings come!

I have spent a great deal of time doing my inner work... Answering the big questions, seeking divine guidance and standing in my truth. I have walked the world a wounded healer. I have quit on life several times. I have gotten back in the race. I've had some wins, took some loses and still I pressed on.

I am a member of a tribe of folks who hold me sacred at every turn. I guard those friendships with my life. When I tell you I am available. I mean it. There is no better version of me than the one I am right now!

I have spent a great deal of time lamenting a love life or rather the lack of a lover in my life. I am very much surrounded by love, what I miss and want is a lover. I am available.

I have immersed myself in books to help the self. I have taken self-development courses here and there and everywhere. I have journaled, morning pages, a mountain of post-it notes filled with affirmations. I am whole. I am happy. I am alright. I am available.

It is time to say it and walk in it. I am available.

This is what I require... Show up as your best self. No preconceived notions of who you are. Have some faith in mankind. Respect my relationship with God. Know that I read for pleasure and knowledge.  Have some shit for yourself... friends, hobbies, you time. Be imaginative. Be honest. Be present. Be supportive. Be Soulful.

Talk to me as if your life depended on it. Be glad about who you are and where you're from. Be available.

I am available.

Frieda Kahlo To Marty McConnell

I subscribe to The Elephant Journal. I get their stuff emailed directly to me. It is some of the best "live a mindful life" ish out there. Yesterday's (9/30/16) treasure trove came with a poem crafted by Marty McConnell. The poem was inside of a post by Crystal Jackson "Take a Lover who looks at You like Maybe You are Magic". ~ (Not) Frieda Kahlo. In her post she discovered an often attributed quote to the fabulous Kahlo was not indeed hers. It was a line from a poem written by Marty McConnell.

As lover of fine poetry... this poem is sublime. So here it is. I hope they don't mind that I posted it here!

Frieda Kahlo To Marty McConnell
by Marty McConnell

Leaving is not hard enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog, change the locks
even on the house he's never
visited. you lucky lucky girl
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. the heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don't wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses.
you make him call before
he visits. you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever alter you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don't lose too much weight
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.