THIS IS MY LIFE
Monday, 10/8/2001
Copyright (c) 2001, Michael Dickerson. All Rights Reserved.
Reproduction or quotation is strictly prohibited without
permission.
Hi, wonderful beings ~
Then, of course, I could have remembered that today is Columbus Day holiday and realized that the banks would be closed. But I didn't. Anyway, I drove around to several of them to get a feel for them and their locations. I'm still not sure which one I'll use. I think I may actually have to go inside several of them and feel the energy there to know which one fits for me. So, there's something for you to wonder about until the next episode.
There you sit, unable to do anything else, wondering what bank I'll choose. I can see it.
Okay, I've done it. I unloaded my car and moved in. Well, it's inside, anyway. I'm certainly not settled. I am getting clear what I need, though - like a dresser, a couple of sets of book shelves, a TV, a comfortable chair (recliner preferred), and some kind of desk. I'll have to wait until I have some income. In other words, I probably won't be settled for quite awhile.
Or, I could win the lottery, sell a book, or get a major contract to do some work. Maybe I'll be discovered by a director and hired to play the lead in his next hit movie.
I called about a phone. They won't be able to come out until a week from today. Until then my internet connecting will be occasional. And we are making progress. Here's the number: (505) 473-0952. Write it down, but don't use it until after next Monday unless you like to listen to messages telling you that you've reached a number that is disconnected or no longer in service.
I still don't know what I'm going to do for voicemail for work purposes. More investigating to do.
I think I've settled on a favorite radio station, but I'm not sure yet. The hesitancy is that it's an Albuquerque station, and I'd really rather listen to one based in Santa Fe. I like the music, and I'm not real interested in the Albuquerque traffic reports and that sort of thing.
Oh my God! I just realized what I'm listening to. I'm listening to Delilah. It seemed so usual because I listened to Delilah in Bellevue. And then, just now, I realized that this isn't K-Warm in the Seattle area that's on. And Delilah isn't living nearby any longer. She just said, "You're listening to Delilah on 99.5 Magic FM." That isn't right. Oh, yes, I guess it is. Well, nice to hear an old friend. Maybe I'll call in one of these days and dedicate a song to all my Puget Sound friends. I'll let you know a day or 2 in advance if I do so that you can listen for it.
Story time, kiddies. For all of you who don't know it, here's the story about the king and the jester:
There was once a court jester who was the most consistently positive person anyone had ever known. No matter what happened, he was so enthusiastic about it. It was always, "This is wonderful!" or "What fortune!" or "Something great will come from this!"
And, to tell the truth, the king got a little tired of it. He thought the jester was a little over the top with his positive thinking.
One day the king and the jester went hunting together. Off they rode into the woods. And everything that they saw was another fabulous experience for the jester. "Look at that tree! What a beautiful tree!" "Isn't that the most incredible view you've ever seen?" "What a great horse I'm riding!"
The king was getting irritated.
Then they came across a fallen tree across the path. The jester was excited. "Look at this! This tree is rotting and will feed the earth! And we get to challenge ourselves and ride up the side of the hill to get around it! What an opportunity!"
The king decided to speak his mind. "Look, jester, I'm getting really annoyed with all the enthusiasm about everyday things. Could you tone it down a bit, please?"
The jester replied in character. "Oh, thank you for saying that! You're such a great king that you'd tell me what you're thinking and ask for what you want! I will try to tone it down some! Thank you for caring so much!"
Finally they made camp for the night. The jester thought it was the best camp in his life. He was so happy to be there alone with the king. He thought the king had done a great job putting up his tent.
By the morning, the king was beyond irritated. He went to chop some wood, and in his anger at the jester, he didn't pay close enough attention and chopped off one of his own toes.
Suppressing screams of pain, the king sat down and began to bandage his foot. The jester saw only good. "Oh, this is going to be so amazing! I don't know hwat's going to come of this, but it's got to be fabulous!
The king, in his pain, finally snapped. He ran over, grabbed the jester, dragged him over to an abandoned well, and threw him in. Then he rode off alone to hunt.
A couple of hours later, the king found himself surrounded by a tribe of natives and was captured. They took him up to the top of the local volcano to throw him in as a sacrifice. But when they got there, the shaman took one look at him and said, "We can't sacrifice this man. He's missing a toe. You know we can only sacrifice someone who's whole."
And they let him go.
The king suddenly had a wave of shame and regret sweep over him. The jester had been right. He got on his horse and rode as fast as he could back to the old well. He ran over to the side and looked down. There was the jester, singing and cleaning up.
The king threw down a rope and pulled the jester out. He told the jester his story and profusely apologized. "I'm so sorry. I was wrong. How can I make this up to you."
But the jester would have none of the apology. "What a wonderful story! I'm so glad it turned out that way! And thank you for throwing me into the well!"
The king didn't understand. "But I did something awful to you. Don't you understand? I threw you down in that well. I should never have done that."
But the jester replied, "No, it's you who doesn't understand. If I had been with you, they would have sacrificed me."
There's always an advantage in every disadvantage.
Notice the advantage that appeared just as I was focusing on the disadvantages of my radio station.
May we always be open to see the advantages.
Namaste,
Michael
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ABOUT THIS IS MY LIFE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This Is My Life is my letters to my family, friends, and whoever
else may be interested about whatever is meaningful to me in
my life. I don't guarantee anything about content or frequency.
The letters will be whatever they turn out to be. If you want
the best option available for keeping up with what's happening
with me, though, this is it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
COPIES AND FORWARDING
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You're welcome to freely redistribute This Is My Life (my
letters) if you think someone might be interested in reading it.
Please don't use any of it for profit, though.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MY COMMUNITY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Another excellent way to know what's going on with me is to join
the Heart Song Community e-mail list. That's an e-mail
community that provides opportunity for discussing a variety of
topics and sharing about our personal lives. You can get more
information and join at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HeartSongCommunity.
~~~~~~~~~
MY WORK
~~~~~~~~~
If you're interested in my work, I invite you to take a look at
the Heart Song Schedule. That provides information about the
e-zines, classes, workshops, retreats, ministry, web sites, and
other programs offered by the various people and projects of
Heart Song Projects. HSP is an affiliation of people and
projects tied together by shared psychospiritual foundations
and purposes - to contribute to healing, growth, expansion, and
spiritual awakening and to serve Spirit in all life. You can see
the most recent schedules at either
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HeartSongSchedule/messages
or http://igc.topica.com/lists/HSSchedule/read.
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Monday, October 08, 2001
THIS IS MY LIFE
Monday, 10/8/2001
Copyright (c) 2001, Michael Dickerson. All Rights Reserved.
Reproduction or quotation is strictly prohibited without
permission.
Hi, friends, Romans, and countrypeople ~
No need to send any ears. (If you don�t get the reference, you may need to brush up on Shakespeare quotations.)
I�ve been in Santa Fe now 2 full days and counting. So far it�s a blast.
Saturday morning I told you about going back to a restaurant I had liked a lot 4 years ago � Tortilla Flats. I had no idea that it has the reputation it does. I�ve learned that it�s been recommended by lots of publications that do that with restaurants (including Money, Travel, Conde Nast � or however it�s spelled, and Travel and Leisure). I guess I have good taste.
After my flurry of getting things done on Friday afternoon, much of Saturday was down time for me. I just didn�t want to make more effort. So I �watched� U.W. and Mariner games on my computer and discovered near the end of the Huskies� game that I could also listen to the broadcast live � the same broadcast I would have been listening to in Bellevue if I were still there. (And that inspired more love for computer and internet technology.) Unfortunately, they charge now to listen to the Mariners� game broadcasts. On the other hand, Yahoo does pitch by pitch (every 45 seconds) reports on the games. I�m looking forward to the rest of the games being on national TV.
Finally, after the Huskies� game was over, I decided that I needed to put some time into trying to find a place to live. After all, I couldn�t keep paying for motel rooms. And one of the voices in my head said that I was being lazy and passive and cutting my own throat. On the other hand, there was another part of me that said I didn�t need to do that, that Spirit was at work, that all would be well, and that I should keep faith. But, for that time, the anxious/get busy voice won out, and I began making telephone calls. The good news was that there were quite a few ads in the SF New Mexican and the Santa Fe Reporter (sort of equivalent to The Weekly).
The result? Nothing interesting. Most of the people weren�t available, and it didn�t seem right with the ones who were. My anxious voice (Voice Dialogue people call it the Pusher) was chattering, and I chose to let it go for the evening. Trust the process, as Mary O�Malley would remind me. There was one ad that I decided to call the following morning, though, because I liked his voicemail message. �Leap and the net will appear,� he said. Yes, one of my favorite quotations.
You get that leaping without seeing any step or net, only an abyss, is what much of my life has been about for the past several years, don�t you? This is one of my favorite poems:
When you come to the edge of all the light you know,
And you are about to step off
Into the darkness of the unknown,
Faith is knowing that one of two things will happen �
There will be something solid to stand on,
Or you�ll be taught how to fly.
I�ve been getting intensive flying lessons.
Yesterday (Sunday) morning I woke up and was a bit rushed to get ready and get to Unity on time � especially since I really didn�t know where I was going. Besides, the faithful voice told me I didn�t need to make that phone call to the man with the room for rent. I kept faith. I didn�t make the call, and I took off for Unity.
My time at Unity of Santa Fe was magical. I stepped into my out-going/making contacts subpersonality and headed in. One of the first people I saw � one of the greeters � was Kristelle Bach MacQueen. She and I �met� via the LEC web board and have corresponded about doing LEC Circles in Santa Fe. She has one planned for Unity (and actually did one for a few weeks before). She�s also one of the new chaplain team and one of the ministerial assistants. She sort of took me under her wing and sat with me during the service. While we were talking, we ended up deciding to do the LEC Circle at Unity together. Much later in the day, I learned that Kristelle is Richard Bach�s (Jonathan Livingston Seagull, Illusions, etc.) daughter, which means that I�ve met her brother. Very interesting synchronicity. But that�s only a small part of it.
I immediately went to the message board at Unity. And, sure enough, there was an ad for a roommate wanted. So, I went to Kristelle and asked if she knows Katherine Shippard, the woman looking for the roommate. Yes, she did. In fact, Katherine is another of the chaplain team. So, I asked her to point Katherine out to me. Making a long story a bit shorter, I connected with Katherine and went over to her house later in the day. We decided that it would work. I have a home! I�ll be moving in this afternoon (Monday).
Trust the process. Keep faith in Spirit. Leap. All is well.
Another of the first people I met at Unity was Joseph. Something just drew me to him, so I went over and introduced myself. Later, in the service, Joseph Rich was introduced as the new assistant minister. I talked more with him after the service, and we�ll be getting together soon.
There are more of these stories.
During the service Brendalyn introduced Paula Hunter, who is heading a team to build a labyrinth outside the church building. I leaned over to Kristelle and mentioned that I had been part of the team that built a labyrinth at Bellevue Unity. She was appropriately impacted by the synchronicity. Then, later, I connected with Paula and got her phone number to talk more about it. She was also struck by the synchronicity. The last thing I did before I left was to participate in the blessing of the ground on which the labyrinth will be built. Reminded me of the blessing we did for the land in Bellevue a few years ago.
Eventually I also reconnected with Brendalyn. I really like her. We�ll be getting together sometime soon, too. She suggested that I talk with Nancy Gray, the music director.
So, I sought her out and told her about God Only Knows What and she told me about the choir. I may go to some rehearsals and see if it�s for me � at least to introduce God Only Knows What to them. Nancy was already talking about GOKW performing at their Wednesday evening services. It turns out that Katherine is also in the choir.
If you can�t tell, I�m using people�s names to help me remember them. You probably don�t care about their names. I do.
I also introduced myself to John Martinez, who was the ministerial assistant yesterday (wonderful guy), to . . . (see, if I don�t use names I forget them) the woman who was in the bookstore, and to several other people. As those of you who were around for my trip in �97 may remember, I�m not one of those people who needs others to make me feel welcome at a new church. I take the initiative.
I may have forgotten some things. A lot happened in a few hours. I felt really good there.
At the end of the labyrinth ground blessing ceremony, Brendalyn announced that the U.S. had begun bombing Afghanistan. I�ve noticed that everyone I�ve met so far has also been dismayed by the attacks and in favor of peaceful solutions. Joseph even led a peace rally or march a couple of weeks ago. That�s all I want to say about it.
So, I had a few hours between church and going to meet with Katherine. How do I get to know a new place? How do I begin to feel like I belong? Well, spiritual groups are one way, obviously. What I did during the afternoon is also telling. First I went to Wild Oats and just wandered around seeing what they have, then ate lunch. For those of you in the Seattle area, Wild Oats is a lot like the newer PCCs (the Issaquah and Wedgewood stores come to mind). For those of you in Eugene, Wild Oats is a lot like Wild Oats. I felt at home there (and thus more so in SF).
Then I went to The Ark � SF�s metaphysical bookstore. In the Seattle area, imagine combining East West Books with Stargazer (both combining the size and combining the merchandise), and you have a good picture of The Ark. I like it. Besides, there was a woman working there who I found breathtakingly attractive (though, as usual, probably too young for me).
Between Wild Oats and The Ark, I picked up many newspapers, brochures, and flyers for the kinds of things I�m interested in.
And I went to Sam�s Club, which is very similar to Costco. I like it even more than Costco, though � at least this store. What a great variety of discount merchandise they have. And it�s just down the street from where I�ll be living.
There you have it � what I do to feel at home in a new place. I haven�t checked out the movie theaters, stage theaters, or a variety of other things that are important to me, but I�m beginning to feel like I live here.
Then, last night was down time again. I am accomplishing a lot, though.
Somebody asked to hear the story about the king and the jester, so I will tell it, but next time since this one is already so long.
And now, let�s roll. Time to get out and get a bank account.
Namaste,
Michael
[If you don�t already and would like to receive my letters
directly via e-mail, send an e-mail (no message needed) to either
ThisIsMyLife-subscribe@yahoogroups.com or
ThisIsMyLife-subscribe@igc.topica.com.]
[If you�d like to read the archives of my letters and/or holiday letters and travel reports I've written since 1977, visit http://www.delphi.com/ThisIsMyLife/messages.]
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ABOUT THIS IS MY LIFE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This Is My Life is my letters to my family, friends, and whoever
else may be interested about whatever is meaningful to me in
my life. I don't guarantee anything about content or frequency.
The letters will be whatever they turn out to be. If you want
the best option available for keeping up with what�s happening
with me, though, this is it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
COPIES AND FORWARDING
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You�re welcome to freely redistribute This Is My Life (my
letters) if you think someone might be interested in reading it.
Please don�t use any of it for profit, though.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MY COMMUNITY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Another excellent way to know what�s going on with me is to join
the Heart Song Community e-mail list. That�s an e-mail
community that provides opportunity for discussing a variety of
topics and sharing about our personal lives. You can get more
information and join at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HeartSongCommunity.
~~~~~~~~~
MY WORK
~~~~~~~~~
If you�re interested in my work, I invite you to take a look at
the Heart Song Schedule. That provides information about the
e-zines, classes, workshops, retreats, ministry, web sites, and
other programs offered by the various people and projects of
Heart Song Projects. HSP is an affiliation of people and
projects tied together by shared psychospiritual foundations
and purposes � to contribute to healing, growth, expansion, and
spiritual awakening and to serve Spirit in all life. You can see
the most recent schedules at either
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HeartSongSchedule/messages
or http://igc.topica.com/lists/HSSchedule/read.
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Monday, 10/8/2001
Copyright (c) 2001, Michael Dickerson. All Rights Reserved.
Reproduction or quotation is strictly prohibited without
permission.
Hi, friends, Romans, and countrypeople ~
No need to send any ears. (If you don�t get the reference, you may need to brush up on Shakespeare quotations.)
I�ve been in Santa Fe now 2 full days and counting. So far it�s a blast.
Saturday morning I told you about going back to a restaurant I had liked a lot 4 years ago � Tortilla Flats. I had no idea that it has the reputation it does. I�ve learned that it�s been recommended by lots of publications that do that with restaurants (including Money, Travel, Conde Nast � or however it�s spelled, and Travel and Leisure). I guess I have good taste.
After my flurry of getting things done on Friday afternoon, much of Saturday was down time for me. I just didn�t want to make more effort. So I �watched� U.W. and Mariner games on my computer and discovered near the end of the Huskies� game that I could also listen to the broadcast live � the same broadcast I would have been listening to in Bellevue if I were still there. (And that inspired more love for computer and internet technology.) Unfortunately, they charge now to listen to the Mariners� game broadcasts. On the other hand, Yahoo does pitch by pitch (every 45 seconds) reports on the games. I�m looking forward to the rest of the games being on national TV.
Finally, after the Huskies� game was over, I decided that I needed to put some time into trying to find a place to live. After all, I couldn�t keep paying for motel rooms. And one of the voices in my head said that I was being lazy and passive and cutting my own throat. On the other hand, there was another part of me that said I didn�t need to do that, that Spirit was at work, that all would be well, and that I should keep faith. But, for that time, the anxious/get busy voice won out, and I began making telephone calls. The good news was that there were quite a few ads in the SF New Mexican and the Santa Fe Reporter (sort of equivalent to The Weekly).
The result? Nothing interesting. Most of the people weren�t available, and it didn�t seem right with the ones who were. My anxious voice (Voice Dialogue people call it the Pusher) was chattering, and I chose to let it go for the evening. Trust the process, as Mary O�Malley would remind me. There was one ad that I decided to call the following morning, though, because I liked his voicemail message. �Leap and the net will appear,� he said. Yes, one of my favorite quotations.
You get that leaping without seeing any step or net, only an abyss, is what much of my life has been about for the past several years, don�t you? This is one of my favorite poems:
When you come to the edge of all the light you know,
And you are about to step off
Into the darkness of the unknown,
Faith is knowing that one of two things will happen �
There will be something solid to stand on,
Or you�ll be taught how to fly.
I�ve been getting intensive flying lessons.
Yesterday (Sunday) morning I woke up and was a bit rushed to get ready and get to Unity on time � especially since I really didn�t know where I was going. Besides, the faithful voice told me I didn�t need to make that phone call to the man with the room for rent. I kept faith. I didn�t make the call, and I took off for Unity.
My time at Unity of Santa Fe was magical. I stepped into my out-going/making contacts subpersonality and headed in. One of the first people I saw � one of the greeters � was Kristelle Bach MacQueen. She and I �met� via the LEC web board and have corresponded about doing LEC Circles in Santa Fe. She has one planned for Unity (and actually did one for a few weeks before). She�s also one of the new chaplain team and one of the ministerial assistants. She sort of took me under her wing and sat with me during the service. While we were talking, we ended up deciding to do the LEC Circle at Unity together. Much later in the day, I learned that Kristelle is Richard Bach�s (Jonathan Livingston Seagull, Illusions, etc.) daughter, which means that I�ve met her brother. Very interesting synchronicity. But that�s only a small part of it.
I immediately went to the message board at Unity. And, sure enough, there was an ad for a roommate wanted. So, I went to Kristelle and asked if she knows Katherine Shippard, the woman looking for the roommate. Yes, she did. In fact, Katherine is another of the chaplain team. So, I asked her to point Katherine out to me. Making a long story a bit shorter, I connected with Katherine and went over to her house later in the day. We decided that it would work. I have a home! I�ll be moving in this afternoon (Monday).
Trust the process. Keep faith in Spirit. Leap. All is well.
Another of the first people I met at Unity was Joseph. Something just drew me to him, so I went over and introduced myself. Later, in the service, Joseph Rich was introduced as the new assistant minister. I talked more with him after the service, and we�ll be getting together soon.
There are more of these stories.
During the service Brendalyn introduced Paula Hunter, who is heading a team to build a labyrinth outside the church building. I leaned over to Kristelle and mentioned that I had been part of the team that built a labyrinth at Bellevue Unity. She was appropriately impacted by the synchronicity. Then, later, I connected with Paula and got her phone number to talk more about it. She was also struck by the synchronicity. The last thing I did before I left was to participate in the blessing of the ground on which the labyrinth will be built. Reminded me of the blessing we did for the land in Bellevue a few years ago.
Eventually I also reconnected with Brendalyn. I really like her. We�ll be getting together sometime soon, too. She suggested that I talk with Nancy Gray, the music director.
So, I sought her out and told her about God Only Knows What and she told me about the choir. I may go to some rehearsals and see if it�s for me � at least to introduce God Only Knows What to them. Nancy was already talking about GOKW performing at their Wednesday evening services. It turns out that Katherine is also in the choir.
If you can�t tell, I�m using people�s names to help me remember them. You probably don�t care about their names. I do.
I also introduced myself to John Martinez, who was the ministerial assistant yesterday (wonderful guy), to . . . (see, if I don�t use names I forget them) the woman who was in the bookstore, and to several other people. As those of you who were around for my trip in �97 may remember, I�m not one of those people who needs others to make me feel welcome at a new church. I take the initiative.
I may have forgotten some things. A lot happened in a few hours. I felt really good there.
At the end of the labyrinth ground blessing ceremony, Brendalyn announced that the U.S. had begun bombing Afghanistan. I�ve noticed that everyone I�ve met so far has also been dismayed by the attacks and in favor of peaceful solutions. Joseph even led a peace rally or march a couple of weeks ago. That�s all I want to say about it.
So, I had a few hours between church and going to meet with Katherine. How do I get to know a new place? How do I begin to feel like I belong? Well, spiritual groups are one way, obviously. What I did during the afternoon is also telling. First I went to Wild Oats and just wandered around seeing what they have, then ate lunch. For those of you in the Seattle area, Wild Oats is a lot like the newer PCCs (the Issaquah and Wedgewood stores come to mind). For those of you in Eugene, Wild Oats is a lot like Wild Oats. I felt at home there (and thus more so in SF).
Then I went to The Ark � SF�s metaphysical bookstore. In the Seattle area, imagine combining East West Books with Stargazer (both combining the size and combining the merchandise), and you have a good picture of The Ark. I like it. Besides, there was a woman working there who I found breathtakingly attractive (though, as usual, probably too young for me).
Between Wild Oats and The Ark, I picked up many newspapers, brochures, and flyers for the kinds of things I�m interested in.
And I went to Sam�s Club, which is very similar to Costco. I like it even more than Costco, though � at least this store. What a great variety of discount merchandise they have. And it�s just down the street from where I�ll be living.
There you have it � what I do to feel at home in a new place. I haven�t checked out the movie theaters, stage theaters, or a variety of other things that are important to me, but I�m beginning to feel like I live here.
Then, last night was down time again. I am accomplishing a lot, though.
Somebody asked to hear the story about the king and the jester, so I will tell it, but next time since this one is already so long.
And now, let�s roll. Time to get out and get a bank account.
Namaste,
Michael
[If you don�t already and would like to receive my letters
directly via e-mail, send an e-mail (no message needed) to either
ThisIsMyLife-subscribe@yahoogroups.com or
ThisIsMyLife-subscribe@igc.topica.com.]
[If you�d like to read the archives of my letters and/or holiday letters and travel reports I've written since 1977, visit http://www.delphi.com/ThisIsMyLife/messages.]
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ABOUT THIS IS MY LIFE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This Is My Life is my letters to my family, friends, and whoever
else may be interested about whatever is meaningful to me in
my life. I don't guarantee anything about content or frequency.
The letters will be whatever they turn out to be. If you want
the best option available for keeping up with what�s happening
with me, though, this is it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
COPIES AND FORWARDING
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You�re welcome to freely redistribute This Is My Life (my
letters) if you think someone might be interested in reading it.
Please don�t use any of it for profit, though.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MY COMMUNITY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Another excellent way to know what�s going on with me is to join
the Heart Song Community e-mail list. That�s an e-mail
community that provides opportunity for discussing a variety of
topics and sharing about our personal lives. You can get more
information and join at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HeartSongCommunity.
~~~~~~~~~
MY WORK
~~~~~~~~~
If you�re interested in my work, I invite you to take a look at
the Heart Song Schedule. That provides information about the
e-zines, classes, workshops, retreats, ministry, web sites, and
other programs offered by the various people and projects of
Heart Song Projects. HSP is an affiliation of people and
projects tied together by shared psychospiritual foundations
and purposes � to contribute to healing, growth, expansion, and
spiritual awakening and to serve Spirit in all life. You can see
the most recent schedules at either
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HeartSongSchedule/messages
or http://igc.topica.com/lists/HSSchedule/read.
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