Melting

I'm in a pretty magical space right now -- feeling flooded with grace. My social calendar is full to overflowing; salsa dancing, contra dancing, invitations to gatherings and parties, teas, movies -- new friends and connections of both genders coming in from all corners. My work is fulfilling, my kids are amazing, and my friendships are becoming deeper and richer with each passing day. Gifts are being delivered to my door. There's very little lag time between my inner questions and the arrival of the answers.

I feel as though every need is being fulfilled in its own sweet time, and I'm in no hurry for it to arrive. For example, I told some friends that I wanted to connect with men who carried the vibration of Mastery, and I have met several in the past two weeks. None of them have been right for me to date, and that is just fine with me. I'm simply enjoying spending time with them, be it moments or hours, steeping in the fragrant stew of Lives Being Lived Joyfully On Purpose. The flavor is penetrating deeper and deeper into my bones with each passing day, tenderizing the meat of me. One of these days my sense of Me-ness might just melt away.

I don't remember ever feeling this relaxed about my life. The only thing I seem to worry about is that I don't worry about anything, and I can't even sustain that for more than a few seconds.

Since I do not know by what grace I have arrived in this place, I don't know how to share it with you, except to tell you about it and hope a little of the fragrance wafts through the spaces on your screen. Here ... take a little taste from my spoon. It's delicious living like this, and the flavor only gets richer every time someone else jumps into the pot with me.