Playing with angels

Playing with paper angels... and still playing with them.

I've been picking up the oil paints as well, experimenting with using them, blending, finding my confidence.

Most of my energy seems to have been going into teaching classes and workshops and these little angels are great to leave on my table, adding to them here and there.

But I miss making my mandalas, so I played with the oils paints, redoing an old canvas.

I don't think it's done yet.

This came from the Daily Guru this morning:

With Clear Seeing,

Reality does not suddenly change.

All that shifts is our perspective --

and we eventually rediscoverthe familiar Reality we have been seeing all along.

The moment of awakening may be marked by an outburst of laughter,

but this is not the laughter of someone who has won the lottery or some kind of victory.

It is the laughter of one who, after searching for something for a long time,

suddenly finds it in the pocket of his coat.

I picked up Alberto Villoldo's book Courageous Dreaming last night...

I paused to think: "What story am I telling myself? What dream am I dreaming? Why not change my story, change the perspective of it and redream the dream to what I would rather see?" Have I bought into this dream? Why?

Am I dreaming you? Am I dreaming all of this?

We share this dream of life on earth and I would like to wake from the nightmare of selfishness and greed to a dream of sharing and helping one another.

Shift the perspective.. look into my pocket to find that all I had to do was just put my hand there and find the key.

Change the story.