Hello my lovelies, today I drive to a different lakefront nature spot in Clermont Florida. It is a beautiful little lakefront picnic area and the time of the year is perfect to be outside in Florida. The nature and beauty of this area is something that I am truly blessed with. I unroll my yoga mat, sit cross legged, close my eyes and breath. The air is softly chilly and I get goose bumps up and down my arms and legs. I open my eyes and notice the grass and they way the sunlight hits it. There are so many different shades of green. The richness of the color takes me in. The water is softer, more calm this morning with smooth bumps coming toward me. I close my eyes again. I think about Ohso's Courage book, "the old is dead, always choose the new". He says this because the new is an opportunity to grow, to learn to experience life. What old things do I need to let go of so that I can move into the new?
A lady shows up with her big chocolate lab as an older gentleman walks his husky. She asks him if she can let her dog go so they can say hello as her dog might knock her over. He politely says no and I think, thank God! I tensed up as I imagine that huge chocolate lab walking over the wet grass and jumping all over me on my white zip up. They distract me and then they leave. I open my eyes again and I notice the light changed and it almost looks like a different view. It's darker now as the sun moved behind a cloud. I check the time, 13 more minutes. I want to get up more today even though I am enjoying the meditation. I have to go to the bathroom, where the heck can I go, there's no public bathroom and a lady in her car pointed right at me. I think that this is just my mind playing tricks on me and I can hold it. I move into my breath and somehow my urge dissipates. Calm. I think about creativity, I want it. I want to move into my authentic power and create. What can I do? I think of my voice, I want to express it. I feel like I've keep quiet for a long time so that I don't ruffle the waters. I have different ideas, creativity and a quiet voice that wants to be heard. Is that through my writing? Geez I love all this writing. It reminds me of the times when I used to act. I read sooooo much good literature through theater plays. Maybe the creativity wants to come out through public speaking or through music, I'm not really sure. All I know is that there is room to explore and find out. Breathe. My 30 minutes are up. I stand up and appreciate my beautiful view and hurry back to my car so I can finally relieve myself. Many blessings.