The Continuing Journey

A few weeks ago, I attended a class on pendulums. There is one on an altar somewhere, but it is never used because I always found it confusing. My decision to attend was at the last minute and received with a lot of enthusiasm. It made me social and I learned something. There was also an individual that took another look at me which caused quite a stir amongst my friends for the remainder of the weekend.
With my feet back into the educational swing, my attention turned to the Brian Weiss workshop. It had been on my calendar since the Fall, but I hesitated to register in case a performance arose. The current prices were astronomical, and I booked a client for a reading instead. Needless to say, the universe had other plans for me. As I dined on my Whole Foods dinner on Saturday night, a call came in regarding the workshop. A free ticket was being given to me. The erasure marks were still in my schedule. It was then that I realized that there had to be reason why I needed to be present. My schedule was immediately adjusted to accommodate this amazing opportunity.
While I have conducted past life regressions, Brian Weiss is not someone that I have ever read about or looked into on a serious note. This was going to be my immersion into his findings. The exercises and meditations made me rather sleepy. A signed book and new Steven Halpern cd accompanied me home to a nice night of slumber. So, I know that you are wondering why I was there.
It is still a bit of a mystery to me. There wasn’t anything terribly new to my ears although it was a relaxing time. My answer may come to me a bit later. Well, there is one thing. During one of the meditations, I saw myself wearing a flower halo in a lovely white dress with my hands in a prayer pose. There was also the sight of my harp logo. Perhaps there is an immediate find after all.

An Emergence

It has been a very long time since I even looked at an exercise class. Zumba and Mat surfaced last Fall, but they simply did not hold my attention for long. The spark did not take for me at all. My stubborn streak returned me to a place of doing absolutely nothing with my body. A short walk with the dog was all I would consider for physical activity. When the overwhelming stress of work started causing health issues, the writing was on the wall. I was going to have to do something in spite of the fact that it was not the glamourous dancing that I once enjoyed.
My fingers found the account login information for my old haunts as I enrolled in a Sultry Vixen class. It would consist of a light dance routine that would not immediately put my person in a body bag. It was not easy to find something to wear, and the heels were misplaced. As I trotted to class, I thought about how surprised the instructor would be to see me. She hugged me twice.
In true Lady fashion, the routine was a simple skeleton for me to color. Once I saw my long legs in the full length mirror prancing around in heels, a great deal of satisfaction filled me. The slow music helped me sway and become the soft sensual character that takes over in such an atmosphere. The lighting was just right and so was the temperature. When it was my turn to freestyle, I saw the me that I knew so long ago. The stage was there with spotlights awaiting me. My smile broadened and there went the music. It was easy for me to paint the picture of the amorous lyrics. Applause filled the room as the music faded away. Another smile crossed my face. It was nice to see myself again.