Hello friends,
It’s been a long time. So…what’s new?
Ha! I don’t know about you, but the past ten days have been, well, a shitshow, a fuckfest, a test for me.
How do I not eat everything I can lay my hands on?
How do I not let everyone and everything get on my last nerve?
And tell me how, in the name of all that is holy and good in this world—How do I stay present—being “in” the moment, but not “of” it?
Many of you have asked me to weigh in, to say a few words about “things”. Some have suggested it would be helpful for my “brand”. That because I have a blog with readers in over one hundred countries I’m considered an influencer and I’m therefore required to influence.
Trust me, I have no brand unless you count Nestle Toll House—then that is my brand.
“If you decide to write something,” a few people said, “Please don’t be funny, now is not the time for humor!”
I get that.
I also get that I am not your girl. I am not someone who should be saying any words about “things”. Especially in a way that is meant to influence large groups of people to feel or think a certain way. That job goes to people waaaaay above my pay grade.
I’m best at observing, hence, the name of this blog.
So, in the midst of a continuing global pandemic, social unrest, and an attempted coup to overthrow my government by extremists inside my own country—after careful observation—I am of the opinion that besides holding the energy of the highest good, besides joining thousands of souls across the globe to meditate for peace—you will find me laying flat on my back with my feet raised into the air. This is what I can do. Little ol’ me.
I will do my part to hold up the sky.
But I need help, will you join me?
Carry on,
xox JB
