1. the now moment is such a pregnant place the air fairly sizzles
2. consciousness does not always speak in a gentle voice. sometimes, it flows with a firmness, sometimes it flows with a strong voice to say, these are my boundaries, this is what i will do, and it has to say it strongly, all the while the eyeballs are observing from the now, acting of the moment, allowing what it needs, which may include lines in the sand on an imaginary beach without a horse in the race
3. blessings on MY head. sometimes in periods of challenge, i think i say to the universe “bring it on” in a sense, i can take it…but i also see, i say to the universe, bring it on – let blessings flow; i can take that too!
Life as Improv 
one begins to see how much something is broken by the amount of energy put in to it, It becomes a struggle a fight.
When it is like a birds wing still and gliding on a thermal only being present is necessary
A plan becomes broken an idea .a belief a way of life.
If it is falling apart step back from each scene, the way is clearing itself for you to move forwards . Like the birds wing without effort.
bowing – aha! and hahahaha
Lol
the first sentence……YES! and maybe the greatest blessings are the smacks up against the non-exostent me-head! Shanti……kai
kai – so funny this blogging mirror – very good for ferreting out mind! – because immediately after posting i saw glaring ME words and phrases and wanted to erase and rewrite, but if i erased the truth of that moment, the mind thinking the light bulb has ignited, then reflections from 24.7 and kai wouldn’t come back to me for further a-has…i get the smacks up against the non-existent head, i get the no effort of the gliding flight -no game plan, space opening up without effort in the moment and i get the tasmanian devil dervish as a imaginary broken wing in myself…such gifts this morning. thank you! xmarga
Thanks again Marga for sharing your transparency with us. Do not “erase” the truth of the moment to make it “look more appealing.” In sharing that, you held a mirror for me. Mazel tov! A blessing (or a torrent of them) on all of our heads, Alia
I just got back from a walk in the gentle rain and felt the blessings on my head 🙂 the torrent starting with a trickle! Mazel Tov back atcha!