>I firmly believe that when there’s a message that needs to get to you, the universe conspires to make it absolutely, painfully, blatantly clear. Strange little coincidences – like the same theme or sentiment in a card someone sends you, the book you pick up to read, magazine articles you read in waiting rooms, your conversation with a friend, and your fortune cookie fortune. It doesn’t happen to me often but when it does, it’s big.
PUT SOME DREAMS OUT THERE ON THE TABLE.
That’s what’s been blaring in my ears the last week or two, from all sources and in every way. And, oddly enough (wink, wink), I had just recently started a list in my journal of all the things I want, big and small. Lemme share.
- a really, really good-fitting pair of jeans.
- about five more inches of hair (I haven’t told you my awful hair-cutting story? Oh, I will.)
- a netbook. This one, to be particular.
- some solitude.
- more time with my parents.
- to hear some really good live music.
- Starbucks’ prices to go down.
- a black pencil skirt.
- to be financially secure.
- the laundry to be done.
- more opportunities to write.
- Olive sleeping on her own with no problems.
- more readers & commenters on this here blog.
- my tomatoes to finally ripen.
- a carne asada burrito.
- better posture.
- my girlfriends to move onto my street.
- to be a full-time writer.
- to find a community to plug myself happily into.
- Jeff and I to be able to work the same schedule, rather than opposites.
- my kitchen remodeled.
That’s all I have written down so far, though I know there’s more. I’ll keep compiling.
But the other thing the wide world of divinity has been attaching to this whole dream thing is the book, The Artist’s Way. I had bought the book years and years ago and just recently pulled it from the bookshelf to peruse – and then suddenly, everyone, everywhere was talking about it. About working it in community. And so…
I want to start a group to work through it together.
Meet once a week, go through the book or the workbook or both – it’s supposed to be a 12 week study. I don’t rightfully know where to begin, so here’s my plea – if you know any Twin Citians who might want to do such a thing – or maybe you are one? – let me know, or let them know to look here and email me at confessionsofanovice at gmail dot com. Because I’m ready to embark.