The continued search for bliss and other perilous journeys

Libra Horoscope for week of September 17, 2009




"The soft-minded person always fears change," said one of my favorite transformers, Martin Luther King Jr. "For him, the greatest pain is the pain of a new idea." The corollary to King's pronouncement is that changes are less likely to be painful if you're not afraid of them. According to my astrological analysis, Libra, none of that stuff will be an issue for you in the coming weeks. As you slip into a phase of riotous growth, I expect you will have abundant access to previously dormant reserves of courage and tough-mindedness.



So something occured to me the other day.  I stood outside of myself and thought about the subjects that I have been writing about and or sharing for a while now.  I had a few things I wanted to throw out there.  I am not always consumed with the pain of the past, I am not always worried about the future, and I often laugh at the most ridiculous things, including myself.
 
I am thankful for all the Laura's that have existed before me for without all of her, I could not be here in this moment.  It is a blessing to be given strange and unusual experiences to not only survive but to then have the insight to process and perhaps help another soul on its journey.
 
In my youth I was perpetually a Pollyanna for I really believed there was a happy ending, that good overcomes evil, and that love witll find a way.  I still hold this to be true I am just now more clear headed(sober) than ever before in my life and am growing up again, still, and perpetually. 
 
I took the stance of observer very often in situations.  I didn't have to DO it to learn it, but later on, doing it provided experiences that nothing else could touch.  Lately over and over I say to myself, now what?  what's next?  am I lost or just in a holding pattern?  how do I trust that everything is as it should be?
 
For those of you that know me well, everything has always revolved around a song.  Music was my teacher, my sanctuary, my friend, and my church.  My spirit has benefited from the stories, and melodies that I have had the benefit to experience.  I think my son wouldn't exist today if , all those years ago I hadn't come upon his father listening to Bob Dylan in the garage full blast.  I always gleamed from the smallest connections the deepest attempts of relationships.  Whether it was a friend, a relative, or a lover, I would get in there, try my best and then take my wounds and move on.
 
I hope, I desire, I want to experience Life from a more healed place.  Both externally and internally.  I want this coming year to be about the bliss again, the beauty of it all, and yes my core belief in the rightness of most of LIfe.
 
Wish me luck please......."Keep me searching for a heart of gold, and I'm getting old".